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And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

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I feel like writing one of these nonsense poems. One that doesn't mean anything but means everything at the same time. A poem no one will understand the more that it's read and the less it will mean the less it is said.

This rhyming lark doesn't seem to bad; more than definitely, there is no way it can be too hard.

Ugh ... shoot me. I'm creatively rambling. It feels like throwing up a painting.

Right, down to business. I want you, lovely people, to think of a topic ... or a task/challenge for me to complete tomorrow in my complete free day at home :)

I don't mind what it is ... Go crazy :D

I'll choose the winning task tonight.

Stay classy. ;]

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