Where once there was verse
I feel an intangible curse
Tweeps have fallen silent of late
Oh, poor #130story, what is thy fate
Through the mist I cannot see clearly
But the tweet count has diminished severely
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Where once there was verse
I feel an intangible curse
Tweeps have fallen silent of late
Oh, poor #130story, what is thy fate
Through the mist I cannot see clearly
But the tweet count has diminished severely