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   binkle (binkle@clubcyberia.co)'s status on Sunday, 17-Nov-2024 06:25:04 JST binkle

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   @prettygood those lines have been reified for me by this John Roberts performance of them
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     prettygood (prettygood@socially.drinkingatmy.computer)'s status on Sunday, 17-Nov-2024 06:25:05 JST prettygood
     Elm she hates mankind and waits, till ever a gust be laid
     To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade
     But whether a lad be sober and sad, or mellow with ale from the horn
     He'll take no wrong when he lyeth along neath oak and ash and thorn.