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For those who like this sort of thing, this is the sort of thing they like.
-- Abraham Lincoln
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For three days after death hair and fingernails
continue to grow, but phone calls taper off.
-- Johnny Carson
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For years a secret shame destroyed my peace--
I'd not read Eliot, Auden or MacNiece.
But now I think a thought that brings me hope:
Neither had Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton, Pope.
-- Justin Richardson.
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Force has no place where there is need of skill.
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"Force is but might," the teacher said--
"That definition's just."
The boy said naught but thought instead,
Remembering his pounded head:
"Force is not might but must!"
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If it breaks, well, it wasn't working anyway...
No, don't force it, get a bigger hammer.
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FORCE YOURSELF TO RELAX!
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A prediction of the future, based on the past, for
which the forecaster demands payment in the present.
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Forest fires cause Smokey Bears.
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A gift of God bestowed upon debtors in compensation for
their destitution of conscience.