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Tis not methinks after all

‘The winter of our discontent’

Tis merely the autumn:

Of our recourse?

Aye verily;

Of anticipation?

Nay, never the fall

Whilst such beauty still, abounds us.



We must be of good cheer

Gather up our dreams

Darn our socks and other things

And, be us prepared


Not too prepossessed.

Be us merely as ever my friend

The eternal pragmatist.


Thus with high head and God sped

The Motley, the Trouper, the SHOW

Goes on!



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