Oh crap, Garrett wrote a poem.
Take it easy on me guys, I'm no poet. This s**t happens once in a blue moon. Less than, even.
Anyway, thought this up while I was making lunch. But of course, by the time I got to write it down it went from "Hey, that's pretty good!" to "Aw s**t, what was it again?" and I improvised.
Enjoy-ish.
It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
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