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| TITLE                     | VERSION | OPERATING SYSTEM |  PRICE |
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| Slug Farm                 |     2.0 |     FreeBSD      |  49.99 |
| Figs of Doom              |     1.7 |      Linux       |   9.98 |
| Smiley Goes to Happy Town |    11.0 |     Windows      | 129.25 |
| Wheelbarrow Motocross     |     1.0 |       BeOS       |  34.97 |
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| What is the answer? |
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|                  42 |
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| Tweedledum                 |     Tweedledee |
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| "Knock, knock."            | "Who's there?" |
| "Boo."                     |     "Boo who?" |
| "Don't cry, it's only me." |        (groan) |
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|           baz |
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| NOT THE RIGHT, OR CENTER, BUT...                                            |
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| This is a dumb, dull sentence that is exactly seventy-five characters long. |
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|        PHANTASMAGORIA |    CANTO I    | "The Trystyng"       |
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|                   One | winter night, | at half-past nine,   |
|          Cold, tired, |  and cross,   | and muddy,           |
|      I had come home, |   too late    | to dine,             |
|           And supper, |  with cigars  | and wine,            |
|                   Was |    waiting    | in the study.        |
|             There was | a strangeness | in the room,         |
|                   And |   Something   | white and wavy       |
|          Was standing |    near me    | in the gloom -       |
|             I took it |    for the    | carpet-broom         |
|               Left by | that careless | slavey.              |
|         But presently |   the Thing   | began                |
|             To shiver |      and      | to sneeze:           |
|              On which |    I said     | "Come, come, my man! |
|         That's a most | inconsiderate | plan.                |
|                  Less | noise there,  | if you please!"      |
| "I've caught a cold," |   the Thing   | replies,             |
|            "Out there |   upon the    | landing."            |
|              I turned |    to look    | in some surprise,    |
|            And there, |    before     | my very eyes,        |
|              A little |     Ghost     | was standing!        |
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