"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
Crowfoot, Native American warrior and orator (1821-1890)
Once I met a quite serious scientist In the underground going east On my way to a tryst in Bayleaf They looked at me with googly eyes And ...
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