A new month, a bunch of weeks.
Increasing numbers of pointless, sad streaks.
As demons creep back into disguise,
The frequency of old, dusty board games slowly rise.
Fortunately, no fear nor fright came last night,
So now we await the near spark of light
To ignite such a bright and fiery sight.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
A new month, a bunch of weeks.
Increasing numbers of pointless, sad streaks.
As demons creep back into disguise,
The frequency of old, dusty board games slowly rise.
Fortunately, no fear nor fright came last night,
So now we await the near spark of light
To ignite such a bright and fiery sight.
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