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An Agony in Eight Fits

Friday, September 30, 2005, 09:26 AM CST

Here's one of my favorite poems.

In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
In the midst of his laughter and glee,
He had softly and suddenly vanished away--
For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.

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