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I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious some thrive on comedy. Song declare their lives in lifed as true profundity and others playing they really live the real reality the variety of our skin tones can confuse bemuse delight brown and pink and beige and purple tan and blue and white. I've sailed upon the seven seas and stopped in every land I've seen the wonders the of the world not yet one Common Man I know ten thousand woman called Jane and Mary Jane but I've not seen any two who really were the same mirror twins are different although there features jibeand lovers quite different while lying a side by side we love and lose in China we weave on England's Moore's we laugh and moan and groan and thrive on Spanish Shores we seek success in Finland are born and die in Marine and mirror ways we differ in major wear the same I know the observed differences between each sore and tight but we are more alike my friends than we are on like we are more alike my friends than we are on alike we are more alike my friends than we are unalike

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Oh Romeo Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo deny thy father and refuse thy name or if so will not be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet
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'Tis but thy name that is my enemy thou art thyself through not a Montague what's Montague it is nor hand nor foot nor arm nor face nor any other part belonging to a man O be some other name! what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet so Romeo would were he not Romeo call'd

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Oh Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? deny thy father and refuse thy name; or if thou Wilt not be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet. ... tis but thy name that is my enemy; thou art thyself, through  not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot nor arm nor face nor any other part belonging to man O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so Romeo would were he not Romeo call'd

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O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou Wilt not, be sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
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' tis but thy name that is my enemy;  art so art thyself, through not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to man. O, be some other name! what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd

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O Romeo Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name or if so will not be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet... tis but thy name that is my enemy thou art thyself through not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor, face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, he not Romeo call'd

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I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold

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I 'my Nobody! Who are you? Are you -Nobody-too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell they'd advertise-you know! How dreary-to be-somebody! How public-like a frog-to tell one's name-the livelong June-to an admiring Bog!

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What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore and then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over  like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

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He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world,he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.

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Whoever room this is should be ashamed ! His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair, and the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp. His workbook is wedged in the window, His sweater's been thrown on the floor. His scarf and one ski are beneath the tv, And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.