Pris, come visit me at Ovenheads. I wrote you a poem.
Pris. I am in a fog today. Not only did I press the publish comment button twice, I also messed up the link... sorry! I need sleep in my own bed. Only two more nights till I get it!
Starlight becomes you,it goes with your hair -you certainly knowthe right things to wear!*Ground Control to PrisGround Control to Pris -Please come in, forthat's not the onlyreality there is.You can rely on myintercessionto save you fromyour starlightrecession.Surely, you don'thave to goIntergalactaljust for the sake ofa fractal?We need you here -not farbut near;we need your wisdom and your wit,so please, Pris,don't give usall that s***A. Nonymous strikes again.(too ashamed of his doggerel verse to own up)
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