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There once was a blog so incredibly good,
that all its readers only could--
stare in amazement at the prose with joy!
It was a hoot and a holler, oh yes, oh boy!
Its readers were loyal: they read every second,
and over and over to this blog they were beckoned;
"My eyes must be enchanted, this cannot be! --
"A blog so perfect and fills me with glee!"
The only thing here that must be pointed out,
is that the tense of this poem is flawed; cross it out!
For this blog ain't a was, but actually an is,
It's living, and breating, and 'tis...