Fortune Linuxando

fortune@linuxando~ $fortune -m songspoems | cowsay

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Nature to all things fixed the limits fit,

And wisely curbed proud man's pretending wit.

As on the land while here the ocean gains,

In other parts it leaves wide sandy plains;

Thus in the soul while memory prevails,

The solid power of understanding fails;

Where beams of warm imagination play,

The memory's soft figures melt away.

 -Alexander Pope (on runtime bounds checking?)

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