Fortune Linuxando

fortune@linuxando~ $fortune -m songspoems | cowsay

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Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question..

Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"

 -T. S. Eliot, "Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

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