OC Long Live Ethfinance, A Poem
Because I could not stop for Kbin,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My writing, and my memeing too,
For his civility.
We passed /r/cc where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of Chia farms,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a site that seemed
The saddest place around;
Her mods were scarcely visible,
Her subs were but a mound.
Since then 't is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised ethfinance’s heads
Were toward eternity.
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