Turing Machine Implementation

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The End of Publishing

Robert Rauschenberg Explains How and Why He Erased a Work by de Kooning

Lyrics by Walt Kelly

Go-Go Pogo

As Maine go o so Pogo go Key Largo,
Otsego to Frisco go to Fargo,
Okeefenokee playin' Possum on a Pogo
Stick around and see the show go over

Landalive a band o' Jive will blow go Pogo
I go you go who go to go Polly voo go,
From Caravan Diego, Waco and Oswego,
Tweedle de he go she go we go me go Pogo.


Atascadero Wheeler Barrow, Some place in Mexico
Delaware Ohio and you Don't need the text to go.
Wheeling, West Virginia With ev'rything that's in ya.
Down the line You'll see the shine
From Oregon to Caroline,

Oh, eenie meenie minie Kokomo go Pogo.
Tishimingo, sing those lingo, whistling go.
Shamokin to Hoboken Chenango to Chicango
It's golly, I go goo goo goin' go go Pogo.

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Atascadero Wheeler Barrow, Some place in Mexico
Delaware Ohio and you Don't need the text to go.
Wheeling, West Virginia With ev'rything that's in ya.
Down the line You'll see the shine
From Oregon to Caroline,

Oh, eenie meenie minie Kokomo go Pogo.
Tishimingo, sing those lingo, whistling go.
Shamokin to Hoboken Chenango to Chicango
It's golly, I go goo goo goin' go go Pogo!

Whither the Starling

Whither the starling and whither the crow?
And wither the weather when whither the snow?
The weaver’s wet daughter has damped the clothes
With wavelettes of water left over from snowthes.
Right over and under and yonder she goes.


The Keen and the Quing

The Keen and the Quing were quirling at quoits,
In the meadow behind the mere.
Tho’ mainly the meadow was middled with mow,
And heretical hitherto here.

The Prince and the Princess were plaiting the plates
And prating quite primly the peer.
And that’s why the Duchess stuck ducks on the Duke
For no one was over to seer.

  
Don't Sugar Me

Oh, I may be your cup of tea,
But, baby, don’t you ‘Sugar’ me!
Don’t stir me, boy, nor try to spoon,
Don’t sugar me, cause us is throon!

I won’t sip a lip with you, less
You want a granulated lump or two,
Just roll them eyes right out that door,
Them saucer eyes ain’t square no more.

All them things, them diamond rings,
Them stuff you promised me,
Were figments, Newton, sure as shootin’,
Shootin’ sure as A, B, see

The teapot pouts that the kettle’s blue,
It don’t work out that spar is true,
Just boil away, boy, don’t sit and brew,
Don’t sugar me, cause us is through!

Watching This Demo, The iPad Begins To Make A Lot More Sense To Me

...but they would still have to bring the price down.