Fortune Linuxando

• fortune@linuxando~ $fortune -m songspoems | cowsay

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You go down to the pickup station,

 craving warmth and beauty;

You settle for less than fascination --

 a few drinks later you're not so choosy.

And the closing lights strip off the shadows

 on this strange new flesh you've found --

Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf

 you hurry to the blackness

 and the blankets to lay down an impression

 and your loneliness.

 -Joni Mitchell

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