Random Poem
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Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay,
They told me the water was lovely,
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
We burrowed night and day with tools of lead,
When you had played with life a space
Oft with true sighes, oft with vncalled teares,
Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
At quite uncertain times and places,