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- >As the Sun sets with the passage of time,
- >And the Moon waxes per course Sibylline,
- >Here you sit, waiting for words coloured lime,
- >To regale you a wonderful story.
- >When the star's orbits all intertwine,
- >And the world's core bits stop on a dime,
- >Just to hear solely the start of a rhyme,
- >That tells you some wonderful story.
- >Don't you think now, with the timing so keen,
- >You could write now, and have it be seen,
- >Just to see how a tale could have been,
- >If you showed us a wonderful story?
- >The stage set for works unbeknown,
- >With blood, sweat, and tears of our own,
- >Could use, yet, ten more finger-bones
- >At work on a wonderful story.
- >Take a page, keys, and about half a clue,
- >Of your aged needs for a greentext or two,
- >Just a post, please, hand-crafted by you,
- >And give us that wonderful story.
- >Eras are passing each turn of the page,
- >So pick up a pen be you student or sage,
- >There's a spot waiting for you on top of the stage,
- >Deliver that dam fucking story!
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