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Help! I'm trapped in a PDP 11/70!
|Freebsd Fortunes: 1232 of 3566|
HELP! MY TYPEWRITER IS BROKEN!
-- E. E. CUMMINGS
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Help a swallow land at Capistrano.
|Freebsd Fortunes: 1234 of 3566|
Help fight continental drift.
|Freebsd Fortunes: 1235 of 3566|
Help me, I'm a prisoner in a Fortune cookie file!
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Help stamp out and abolish redundancy.
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Her locks an ancient lady gave
Her loving husband's life to save;
And men -- they honored so the dame --
Upon some stars bestowed her name.
But to our modern married fair,
Who'd give their lords to save their hair,
No stellar recognition's given.
There are not stars enough in heaven.
|Freebsd Fortunes: 1238 of 3566|
"Here at the Phone Company, we serve all kinds of people; from
Presidents and Kings to the scum of the earth ..."
|Freebsd Fortunes: 1239 of 3566|
Here I sit, broken-hearted,
All logged in, but work unstarted.
First net.this and net.that,
And a hot buttered bun for net.fat.
The boss comes by, and I play the game,
Then I turn back to net.flame.
Is there a cure (I need your views),
For someone trapped in net.news?
I need your help, I say 'tween sobs,
'Cause I'll soon be listed in net.jobs.
|Freebsd Fortunes: 1240 of 3566|
Here in my heart, I am Helen;
I'm Aspasia and Hero, at least.
I'm Judith, and Jael, and Madame de Stael;
I'm Salome, moon of the East.
Here in my soul I am Sappho;
Lady Hamilton am I, as well.
In me R'ecamier vies with Kitty O'Shea,
With Dido, and Eve, and poor nell.
I'm all of the glamorous ladies
At whose beckoning history shook.
But you are a man, and see only my pan,
So I stay at home with a book.
-- Dorothy Parker