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I just wrote this in one of the rooms.
37 and I were thinking up tongue twisters.
How about: "Mind-boggling Broth goblins blogging"
Anyways, here's the poem I came up with, if I remember it:
Daylight Savings
On an early Sunday morning,
Fell the day back, without warning;
For one more hour, in the dew,
You kissed me, and I kissed you.
The third line I forgot, so I made it up again.