To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the sensible dare not go.
To right the unrightable wrong
To pm, when it isn't visible or appreciated
To pm, when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable admin.
This is our quest
To follow up on the title
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far.
To fight for the title
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For an FSM cause.
And we know if we'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That our souls will lie peaceful and calm
When we're at the beer volcano.
And the world will be better for this
That two mods, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with their last ounce of bandwidth
To reach the unreachable admin.
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*** I'm looking at you, Daftbeaker.
Please get your tray table in the upright and locked position, stow your loose baggage in the overhead compartment, and put on the headphones with some nice, soothing music after your poll is run. Believe me, we're working on it for you guys behind the scenes.

Wonderful poem Pieces....