'Nuff said.

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Goodnight my love...the brightest star in my sky...

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Look Down Fair Moon
by Walt Whitman - 1865

Look down fair moon and bathe this scene,
Pour softly down night's nimbus floods on faces ghastly, swollen, purple
On the dead on their backs with arms toss'd wide,
Pour down your unstinted nimbus sacred moon.

The Pity of It
by Thomas Hardy

I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, afar
From rail-track and from highway, and I heard
In field and farmstead many an ancient word
Of local lineage like "Thu bist," "Er war,"
"Ich woll," "Er sholl," and by-talk similar,
Nigh as they speak who in this month's moon gird
At England's very loins, thereunto spurred
By gangs whose glory threats and slaughters are.

Then seemed a Heart crying: "Whosoever they be
At root and bottom of this, who flung this flame
Between kin folk kin tongued even as are we,
Sinister, ugly, lurid, be their fame;
May their familiars grow to shun their name,
And their brood perish everlastingly."

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To make an apple pie from scratch, we must first invent the universe.

BTW I read they aimed for the black students.

I wonder if this will have a Dunblane-like effect in the US. (In the UK we had a clampdown on handguns, etc.) Rather early to say, but my gut tells me it's not likely.

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I can resist anything.......
Except Temptation

They were sick, sub-human scum.