Man on a hill

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    Man on a hill

    There was a man on a hill
    who would always kneel
    by the time of lunch
    he would have his brunch
    by the time of supper
    he was playing with copper
    he was always so marry
    til' he got married
    the he died one year later!

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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