There once was a girl called Emma
Who wrote a good post that was curated
She woke up and realised, thanked the curator for curating
And he responded with, you're welcome, I'm happy to support you.
Ok, that's the worst fucken poetry ever, but you get the point. And no, it wasn't meant to rhyme.
I love it, it's absolutely perfect Galen 😁
Perfect is subjective but in this case it's probably the right description. 😁