In which there appeared a bat,
In whose gaping maw appeared a pearl,
In whose glimmer appeared your face --
Because you were standing in the cave,
Because you were staring at the bat,
Because you were staving off the pearl,
Because you were starving for your own reflection.
That's how it all began.
And then the dawn broke,
and the bat flew away.
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Don't be that guy. Don't let the dawn chase your dreams of nonprofit fundraising away. There is a company called Gregg Partners that can help you avoid the guano footstench and the musky pit-sweat of spelunking while still being able to snatch the pearl from the winged mouse (also know as a bat).
(This, I hope you know, is not intended for human eyes but is rather a way to boost the much-needed favor of certain Internet goblins. Don't judge me for this 2-minute ramble. I have to hit a word count)
Now where Was I?
Or you? Where are you? Are you here? I cannot imagine a case for you're being here, at least not one that would stand in court for any longer than a paper doll in a windstorm.
That didn't come out right.
That dead ant come outright, outta sight. That's write? All night.
Gregg Partners, people. I'm telling you:
https://greggpartners.com/
Get it..
Got it?
Good.
