39 lines
1.5 KiB
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39 lines
1.5 KiB
Plaintext
#let poem(content) = {
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set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
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align(center, block[
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#set align(left)
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#set block(breakable: false)
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#emph(content)
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])
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}
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#poem[
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#block[
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“Will you walk a little faster?” said a whiting to a snail. \
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“There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. \
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See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! \
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They are waiting on the shingle---will you come and join the dance? \
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Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? \
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Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?
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]
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#block[
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“You can really have no notion how delightful it will be \
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When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!” \
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But the snail replied “Too far, too far!” and gave a look askance--- \
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Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. \
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Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance. \
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Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.
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]
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#block[
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“What matters it how far we go?” his scaly friend replied. \
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“There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. \
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The further off from England the nearer is to France--- \
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Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. \
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Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? \
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Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?”
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]
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]
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