'Tis far, far easier to work Dorkins into a parody than Smith of Wootton Major.
So we are here on a Dorkin plane.
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where insensed wills clash by night.
And Diamond counts the chads by day.
Fall as they may.
For this alone, it must be a double vote.
++ Matthew Arnold
++ Herbert Dorkins
And if the howls of the mer-dogs singing keep me up tonight, I may come to regret this vote.
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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