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Journal: FP

Journal by Robert Y. Frost

Two tankards filled with a yellow brew,
Parched but my thirst was not limitless.
Twixt nectar choose, sweet honeydew?
In time, the colder one I drew,
And that was frosty pissness.

Wasn't there something about a PASCAL programmer knowing the value of everything and the Wirth of nothing?

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