A monk, a clone, and a Ferengi decide to go bowling together. As they walk down the street, the Englishman notices them, and says to the Irishman and the Scotsman "I think we're in the wrong joke."
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O to be wafted away
From this black aceldama of sorrow;
Where the dust of an earthy today
Is the earth of a dusty tomorrow!
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