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Sunday, October 18, 2026

🍁October 18, 2026, One of Those Open Threads🍁

 


We come in peace!
Believe us, truly!
Ask anyone. Ask the crows, as if!
However, we wonder if you have about you
Something worthy! 
A bit, a bite, of this or that?
Oh, anything, surely!
Please be assured of our gratitude!
Gulls are the most honorable of birds!

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