help	Apr 23 20:29 UTC 1995

        Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
        Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
        Rough winds do shake the buds of May,
        And summer's lease hath all to short a date.
        Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
        And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
        And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
        By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
        But thy eternal summer shall not fade
        Nor lose possesion of that fair thou owest;
        Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
        When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
                So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
                So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

                                                -William Shakespeare
                                                 Sonnet XVIII

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Apr 24 23:46 UTC 1995

Billy is the man, is he not.