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Hello freedom, my old friend
I’ve come to trade with you again
Because a vision of corn, ever growing
Left its mark while I was stacking
And the vision of corn that was rooted in my brain
Still remains
Within the realm of Bisq
When did you become a poet Sir Node?
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I just took the first verse of the sound of silence (hello darkness my old friend) and replaced some words 😂
Fine STILL classic 🤣🤣🤣
