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Harken unto me!
In honor of The Revolution (which will be commencing shortly, really, we're serious this time...shut up), I give you a poem. How surprising. :D
Three years have I waited,
My breath baited,
My tongue held firmly in check.
Three years have I cried,
But now my eyes have dried,
And a dark fire glows in my chest.
Three years has it grown
Its power unknown,
But now, it will be unleashed.
Three years has he betrayed,
And though dismayed,
I have not done much to discourage.
With picket in hand,
I’ll soon make my stand,
One day on the steps of Washington.

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we're so close! and i got the tie-dye!
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