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Ode to 2011 Fall Run
Ode to the 2011 Fall Run
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All minsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird and shun
The Frumious Bandersnatch!"
"And has thou slain the Jaberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
I chortled in my joy.
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