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It's an old joke from high school. It was my online handle for a lot of different things.
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The Clod and the Fobble
-William Blake, sort of for the most part Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair. So sung a little Clod of Clay, Trodden with the cattle's feet; But a Fobble of the brook, Warbled out these metres meet: Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to Its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite |
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That's it, I think we should rename Clod, 'Cloudpebble' from now on :P
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