I was considering how I might ask for active participation from you all, and I remembered a work I loved as a child and love as an adult. I attempted to edit it, changing the nouns in some silly Internet parody, to suit my needs, but felt I was committing an act of sacrilege and returned it to its original state.
It's too perfect.
Without permission of the late, great Shel Silverstein...
Invitation
If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
(From Where The Sidewalk Ends)
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