Hare of the dog that barked at me
Byting at the bark of the logic tree
The nybbled octet leaves a thirst
And half the bits he had at first.
The dog that bytes a rabbit's foot
May grow to rue the foot he bit
No lucky logic keeps the hare
From growing in the easy chair.
The rabid need for parity
Discourages prosperity
A packet sent should be ignored
No matter where the bits are stored.
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"Smile because you are uprooting what undermines you and replacing it with
what uplifts you" (Shoshana Bennett, 2014). From Queens College's 1969
yearboo...
11 hours ago
Bryllyg and not at all slythy!
ReplyDeleteThe nybbled octet was clearly under a hex.
Now you've got me thinking about the legendary gyre tove, and how many it would take to make a team. Baseball, not horses. Base 16 baseball. Oh no.
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