From 94836dd559c706c3cf1d5d6a4459e8065f546772 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: arpitak <arpita.kurdekar@uconn.edu>
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2021 17:38:08 -0500
Subject: [PATCH] File editing on Desktop

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 .../Grad/Arpita Kurdekar/PuckTalk.txt         | 22 +++++++++++++++++
 .../Step1GithubInitialText.txt                | 24 +++++++++++++++++++
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 create mode 100644 Spring2021/IntroToScripting/Grad/Arpita Kurdekar/PuckTalk.txt
 create mode 100644 Spring2021/IntroToScripting/Grad/Arpita Kurdekar/Step1GithubInitialText.txt

diff --git a/Spring2021/IntroToScripting/Grad/Arpita Kurdekar/PuckTalk.txt b/Spring2021/IntroToScripting/Grad/Arpita Kurdekar/PuckTalk.txt
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+Now the hungry lion roars,
+And the wolf behowls the moon;
+Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
+All with weary task fordone.
+Now the wasted brands do glow,
+Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
+Puts the wretch that lies in woe
+In remembrance of a shroud.
+Now it is the time of night
+That the graves all gaping wide,
+Every one lets forth his sprite,
+In the church-way paths to glide:
+And we fairies, that do run
+By the triple Hecate's team,
+From the presence of the sun,
+Following darkness like a dream,
+Now are frolic: not a mouse
+Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
+I am sent with broom before,
+To sweep the dust behind the door
+
+Puck - V ii 1 A Midsummer Night's Dream
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diff --git a/Spring2021/IntroToScripting/Grad/Arpita Kurdekar/Step1GithubInitialText.txt b/Spring2021/IntroToScripting/Grad/Arpita Kurdekar/Step1GithubInitialText.txt
new file mode 100644
index 000000000..ab3c73968
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+++ b/Spring2021/IntroToScripting/Grad/Arpita Kurdekar/Step1GithubInitialText.txt	
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+
+
+Now teh hungry lion roars,
+And the wolf behowls the moon;
+Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
+Marshalled with the tasks afore,
+Now the wasted and brands do glow,
+Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
+Puts the wretch tht lies in woe
+In remembrance of a shrouds.
+Now it is the time of night
+In which all zombies crawl.
+That the graves all gaping wide,
+Every one lets forth his sprite,
+In the church-way paths to march:
+And we trolls, that do run
+By the triple Hecate's team,
+From the presence of the sun,
+Following darkness like-dream,
+Now are frolic: not a mouse
+Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
+I am sent with broom before,
+To sweep the dust behind the door
+