About_Me

We are we are we are we are.

The dead ones in the bed drifted off.

The ones trying to have fun in the wires.

The sleepy feeling that creeps. (Scripter)

The cold seems to be getting old. (Coder)

The ones that refuse to work and waste time to lurk.

(When strolling through the rain, look farther.)

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An Old Friend