Rest, now, Dan Russell.  The Green Cat and all here will miss you.  

“I will arise and go, now, and go to Innisfree
and a small cabin build there of clay and wattles made.
Nine bean rows will I have there and and a place for the honeybee
and live alone in the bee-loud glade…

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