>>3592972 (PB)
>>3594118 (LB)
I shot a meme into the air,
It fell to twat I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a vydia into the air,
It fell to tube I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the plan so long?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the meme and normies woke;
And the meme, from beginning to end,
I found again in the twat of a friend.