Fortune Linuxando

fortune@linuxando~ $fortune -m songspoems | cowsay

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"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,

 And make errors few people could bear;

You complain about everyone's English but yours --

 Do you really think this is quite fair?"

"I make lots of mistakes," Father William declared,

 "But my stature these days is so great

That no critic can hurt me -I've got them all scared,

 And to stop me it's now far too late."

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