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Nail To The Mast Her Holy Flag, Set Every Threadbare Sail, And Give Her To The God Of Storms, The Lightning And The Gale!
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Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
-- Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894)
-- Old Ironsides
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Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky.
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The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the centre of each and every town or city.
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The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the centre of each and every town or city.
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