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KNOB IS ONE

CELEBRATE KNOB
Nostalgic; how it all started,
KNOBS birthed bards, bards are of KNOB
Nexus formed; the KNOB to crack all (K)nobs
The BARDS of great mind still reside within me
The hermanos built through fast and slow time
The zealous-will to take minnows far from top
...
The fair corrections built at the deceptive poles of our inept minds
Eulogizing the minds within which,
Those NEXUS of appalling bards formed,
Still soar high beyond the satellite
With zeal, vibe, humbled humility; juvenile of your minds' hail.
...
Katoon; the great pioneer that pioneered KNOB;
Elcypher; the zeal behind minnows soaring high;
Philip Peace; ever inspiring and spilling pen;
Your impact in me earthstronging poetry-
can't be likened to mere statistical expressions
...
Long Live KNOB
Long live kNOB; Live Long KNOBS
My poetry wings grew with you
My skills pile as I vow remain a bard
Hence, KNOB batch's well fitted in my denim
Alas! move around with it.. Till it's KNOBFUL!

©Tex

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