Once upon a midnight dreary, while I websurfed, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and spurious site of “hot chicks galore,”
As I clicked my fav’rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning,
And, of course, I was now mourning; mourning for my lost amour,
“Tis not possible!” I stuttered, “Give me back my cheap hardcore!”
Quote the server, “404.”
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