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fortune@linuxando~ $fortune -m songspoems | cowsay

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The street preacher looked so baffled

When I asked him why he dressed

With forty pounds of headlines

Stapled to his chest.

But he cursed me when I proved to him

I said, "Not even you can hide.

You see, you're just like me.

I hope you're satisfied."

 -Bob Dylan

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