Dec 17
Streeter Seidell: The Ould Facebook →
O’er the world we came in hordes,
Tempest tossed, were we.
Alighted on this foreign shore,
Storm sick from life at sea.
Freshly built and blue as sky,
We craned our necks to look.
A site so clean to my spaced eyes,
That was the Ould Facebook.
Join we did, with a wide smile,
For…
Preach it, Street.
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Preach it, Street.
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I think I love you, man.
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