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The Development Set
by Ross Coggins
Excuse me, friends, I must catch my jet
I’m off to join the Development Set;
My bags are packed, and I’ve had all my shots
I have traveller’s checks and pills for the trots!
 
     The Development Set is bright and noble
     Our thoughts are deep and our vision global;
     Although we move with the [...]