
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
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Tue 8 Jul 2008, 15:55,
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The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds:
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Tue 8 Jul 2008, 15:59,
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And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds:

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.
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Tue 8 Jul 2008, 16:02,
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The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose,)
The bosom of his Father and his God.
The end
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Tue 8 Jul 2008, 16:09,
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Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose,)
The bosom of his Father and his God.
The end

and find places to leave them on post it notes
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Tue 8 Jul 2008, 15:57,
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thrust flange moist
moist flange thrust
thrust flange thrust moist


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Tue 8 Jul 2008, 16:07,
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moist flange thrust
thrust flange thrust moist

