"Time…" he cried, "Give me more time." Which was, of course, the answer.
Paraphrased or quoted (sort of) from the Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien.
I read, my freinds,
I click “I like, I like, I like”,
For you are wondrous inventive.
Sometimes you make me laugh,
Sometimes I cry a little,
Sometimes you give directions,
To make one fit as a fiddle.
Pictures, the world to behold,
Stories, wonders to unfold.
I comment here, comment there,
But my fingers are tired from typing
Work looms, like storm clouds
Dark on tomorrow’s horizon…
So I guess I’d better get prepared,
Get some sleep, rest my silly head…
Night, night my Triond friends,
I’m headed off for bed.
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