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The Meme Not Taken

Two memes diverged in a dank montage, And sorry I could not watch both And be one memer, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it memed in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as dank, And having perhaps the better meme, Because it was dank and wanted memes; Though as for that the meming there Had danked them really about the same, And both that montage equally lay In leaves no step had trodden african american. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back to 9gag. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: fucking kiddies Two memes diverged in a montage, and I— I took the one less memed by, And that has made all the dankness.
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Jun 3, 2015
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