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So many men and so little time.
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So many men, so many opinions; every one his own way.
-- Publius Terentius Afer (Terence)
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So many women, and so little time!
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So many women, so little nerve.
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So much food, and so little time!
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 2222 of 2298 |
So much
depends
upon
a red
wheel
barrow
glazed with
rain
water
beside
the white
chickens.
-- William Carlos Williams, "The Red Wheel Barrow"
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 2223 of 2298 |
So now
that you have-
you know, whoever
you're trying
to do
a favor
for
-you've done it-
and I'm sure
you had
a smirk
on your mouth
as you got me
into this.
-- "To Linda", from The Poetry Of H. Ross Perot,
composed for Linda Wertheimer of National Public
Radio. From SPY Magazine, November 1992
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So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie; and
at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street pops its head into
the shop. "What! no soap?" So he died, and she very imprudently married
the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Grand Panjandrum
himself, with the little round button at top, and they all fell to playing
the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of
their boots.
-- Samuel Foote
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 2225 of 2298 |
So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie;
and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street pops its head
into the shop. "What! no soap?" So he died, and she very imprudently
married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Grand
Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top, and they all
fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran
out at the heels of their boots.
-- Samuel Foote
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So so is good, very good, very excellent good:
and yet it is not; it is but so so.
-- William Shakespeare, "As You Like It"
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