If I should die and go to Innisfree

Will there be honey still for tea? Was this what you had in mind, Kim?

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Do not go gentle into a yellow wood

Rage, rage that the colour's no bloody good. (This one could continue if you like?)

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This game doesn't seem to have the vital spark a good MC game needs. Let's give it one last chance:

My neighbour, Mrs Fanshaw, is portly-plump and gay

So gather ye rosebuds while ye may.

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Like a blind old incontinent sheepdog, this game's had its day. Take it out to the barn with a double-barreled shotgun and blow the mother away. And I'm only saying that because I'm so fond of it.