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The Pants Game Does Dallas
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Many are called, but few are pants. Winning pants are, of course, unchanged.
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It was the best of pants, it was the worst of pants. (trad)
No! Not the pants probe!
William Blake -
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my pants of fire!
Gray
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 pants
Once upon a midnight dreary,
As I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten pants...
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