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  1. I’d like to throw in this Ogden Nash poem:

    Hark to the locusts in their shrill armadas.
    “Locusts aren’t locusts. Locusts are cicadas.”

    To seals in circuses I travel on bee lines.
    “Seals aren’t seals. Seals are sea lions.”

    I’m a buffalo hunter. Want to see my license?
    “Buffaloes aren’t buffaloes. Buffaloes are bisons.”

    I’m too old to be pedantically hocus-pocused.
    I’ll stand on the buffalo, the seal and the locust.

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