Priest: I'm sorry, it's Duncan Dirk Dick. I've just done it. / Father: Well, undo it. / Priest: Undo it? / Father: Yes. / Priest: This is a holy sacrament of the Church, not a bleeding hotel reservation. You can't just undo it.
Come, Apollo, tell us of these melodisers.
Thus spake the Prince, and gently 'gan distrain / Now him, now her, between his friendly arms.
I saw the wind brush a swirl of dust / from the surface of a sleeping form, / Awakening a hidden thrush / of wanderlusts it had ignored, …
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