We just got a sweet donation bomb and poem from The Sidewalk POEt Anon!
And now a word from The Sidewalk POEt Anon
When Gaia leaves you bored or poor,
There's still a place where you can score,
Where Gaians gather and games are played,
The Triplets' Charity Arcade!
Who Killed the Gamer? Make a guess,
Or giftbomb weekly to excess.
In Dungeon Master, battle hard,
Or collect all of the trading cards.
"Oh Triplets, My Triplets!" they post,
For the -fascism- gifting hosts.
A charity that stands apart,
A new game is waiting, press start.
~The Sidewalk POEt Anon
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