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I get a text that says, "I just posted The Thing. I got carried away. There's a sonnet at the end of it."

How To Do My Job, by

terminally_underwhelmed, a.k.a. the kidlet.

Instinctively we feel that the next generation has learned how to hunt and gather and thus the future of the herd is assured.

That was so funny---and a sonnet! you must be so proud.

As my dad would have said, "right quietly proud." (you have to hear that with a Southern accent.)