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“Blessed be this fresh golf swing;
Peace on earth, and gamers wild,
Frustration is reconciled!”
Joyful, all ye gamers, rise,
Join the raging of the skies;
Squirmy Router does proclaim,
“Golf Around is cool again”
Hark! The herald gamers sing,
“Blessed be this fresh golf swing;
Frustration will be ever adored;
Sqiurmy is the gaming Lord;
Late in game, behold his rage,
Frustration makes a gamer age.
Playing games with all the boys
Golfing games we doth enjoy
Rage with us in golf and ball,
Squirmy stands so grand and tall
Hark! The herald gamers sing,
“Blessed be this fresh golf swing;
When I awoke as a man, I was strickin by the profound experience of the salamander. A small creature in a large world, who didn't need more than just a few flies to be happy. Then my friends messaged me to inform me the the great Squirmy_Router had made another frustration map. I smiled and looked at the stars -- and I was the salamander once again.