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Remove some duplicated and incomplete entries

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Andrey A. Chernov 1997-06-05 04:06:13 +00:00
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Notes: svn2git 2020-12-20 02:59:44 +00:00 
svn path=/head/; revision=26455
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games/fortune/datfiles/fortunes
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@ -13889,11 +13889,6 @@ For I'm always about in the Quad;
Signed "Yours faithfully, God."
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There was a young poet named Dan,
Whose poetry never would scan.
When told this was so,
He said, "Yes, I know.
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There was a young poet named Dan,
Whose poetry never would scan.
When told this was so,
He said, "Yes, I know.

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games/fortune/datfiles/limerick
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@ -17,12 +17,6 @@ By breezes that left her quite nude,
You expected this line to be lewd.
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A beat schizophrenic said, "Me?
I am not I, I'm a tree."
But another, more sane,
Shouted, "I'm a great dane "
And covered his pants leg with pee.
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A beat schizophrenic said, "Me?
I am not I, I'm a tree."
But another, more sane,
Shouted, "I'm a Great Dane!"
@ -4631,16 +4625,7 @@ There was a young poet named Dan,
Whose poetry never would scan.
When told this was so,
He said, "Yes, I know,
It's because I try to put every possible syllable into that
Last line that I can."
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There was a young poet named Dan,
Whose poetry never would scan.
When told this was so,
He said, "Yes, I know.
It's because I try to put every single
syllable into the last line that I possibly,
possibly can."
It's because I try to put every possible syllable into that last line that I can."
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There was a young royal marine,
Who tried to fart "God Save the Queen".
@ -4654,12 +4639,6 @@ Who remarked to his girl, "You're a tight one."
You're in the wrong hole;
There's plenty of room in the right one."
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There was a young sailor from Brighton
Who said to his bird, "You're a tight'un."
She replied, "'Pon my soul,
You're in the wrong hole
There's plenty of room in the right'un."
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There was a young sapphic named Anna
Who stuffed her friend's cunt with banana,
Which she sucked, bit by bit,