| About me |
In the vast web's woven threads, where many eyes do roam, They stop, they stare, they choose to care, or pass by like a poem. For every post that's shared in jest, or tale that's told with glee, There's a choice to make, a path to take, in this digital sea. You've been a beacon, long and bright, in this online land, A fixture here, year after year, with humor close at hand. So when a soul, with time to troll, decides to cast a stone, Remember well, it's their choice to dwell, on the seeds you've sown. For every word, both seen and heard, is a mirror of the mind, And what we seek, in peak or bleak, is a reflection of our kind. So stand your ground, with joy you've found, and let the trolls pass by, For in this space, it's your grace, that truly will defy. |
