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a poem for Cards fans everywhere.
There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a blowing?
Not a spec of light is showing so the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a glowing? Is the grizzly reaper mowing?
YES!!!
The danger must be growing
for the rowers keep on rowing
and they're certainly not showing
any signs that they are slowing!!!
Stop the boat
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"Never again shall Gnomekind suffer the indignity of being bombarded with bird feces. Never again should a Gnome be the victim of a careless pizza delivery driver, for there is no greater fear among the Gnomes than that of being crushed by an automobile."
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