Login: tramp          			Name: Louis David Imershein
Directory: /u/tramp                 	Shell: /bin/ksh
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
              In the forests of the night,
              What immortal hand or eye
              Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 

              In what distant deeps or skies
              Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
              On what wings dare he aspire?
              What the hand dare seize the fire? 

              And what shoulder, and what art
              Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
              And when thy heart began to beat,
              What dread hand? and what dread feet? 

              What the hammer? what the chain?
              In what furnace was thy brain?
              What the anvil? what dread grasp
              Dare its deadly terrors clasp? 

              When the stars threw down their spears
              And watered heaven with their tears,
              Did he smile his work to see? 
              Did he who made the Lamb make thee? 

              Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
              In the forests of the night,
              What immortal hand or eye
              Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? 

Even a tiny blue-grey kitten can occasionally aspire to greatness.