Where is our rhyming poet friend?
This place is bland and not sublime
without our poet here to mend
our bad rhymes and— alright I cant rhyme.
Edit: also where is Foofer?
things haven't been GLORIOUS
without him being glorious-er
than the rest of us
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When?
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You may not know how to rhyme, But if I could I would rhyme all the time, Alas I’m not able, ‘Tis like a fable, And being idle sure feels like a crime.