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The Roman Month its several days divides By reckoning backwards, Calends, Nones, and Ides.
‘Get him some bush bananas,’ she shouted back. ‘He don't know bush bananas.’ But the bananas, when we got to them, had shrivelled up to nothing.
The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes.
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