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Too cool to calypso,
Too tough to tango,
Too weird to watusi
-- The Only Ones
Finality is death.
Perfection is finality.
Nothing is perfect.
There are lumps in it.
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
🚙 -- 🐠 -- 🐳 -- 🎁 -- 🍧 -- 🥞 -- 🐛 -- 📕 -- 💃 -- 💚 -- 🎽 -- 💛 -- 📘 -- 👳 -- 🌋