Once upon a midnight dreary, while surfing Websites weak and weary,
...Over many a quaint and curious volume of Interweb lore,
...But my surfing was in vain, as my mouse did greatly strain,
...And my heart was filled with mourning, for content that was no more;
...Yearning for that content I'm sure was there before!
Quoth the server, "404".



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