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It’s just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.
Muhammad Ali
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It’s just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.
Muhammad Ali
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Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
Rupert Brooke
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