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But soft you, the fair Ophelia:
Ope not thy ponderous and marble jaws,
But get thee to a nunnery -- go!
-- Mark "The Bard" Twain
All my friends are getting married,
Yes, they're all growing old,
They're all staying home on the weekend,
They're all doing what they're told.
Every night my prayers I say,
And get my dinner every day;
And every day that I've been good,
I get an orange after food.
The child that is not clean and neat,
With lots
🍧 -- ⛳ -- 🐠 -- 😺 -- 🎫 -- 👑 -- 🐊 -- 💄 -- 🚘 -- 😺 -- 🐛 -- 💎 -- 🍖 -- 🍇 -- 🎍
⣤ ⢰⡄ ⠉⠐⠲⢄⡇ ⣾ ⢀⠄ ⢀⢤ ⡔ ⢠⡄ ⢲⠒⠒
⡇⠣ ⡈⢆ ⢠ ⡞ ⣧⠁ ⡎⠑⢺ ⡴⠁⢳⠋⠸⡀⢨⠒⠒
⢹ ⠙⠇ ⠙ ⠸ ⠈ ⠈⠉⠒⠂
⠐⠒⠒⢲ ⢀⠤⠤⠤⠤⠤⣀ ⢄⠤⠤⠄ ⠰⠢⠤⠤ ⠐ ⠲
⢸ ⢘ ⢸⠤⠤⠄ ⡜⠐⠒⠒ ⠠ ⢀⠇
⠘⣀ ⢀⠞ ⠸⣉⣉⣁⠉ ⢸ ⠇ ⠈⠁