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Edited by MistyLove20 at 2022-1-31 00:19
Cling, clank, ting
The sound the hammers make,
At the beginning of the day,
From sunrise to nightfall, oh the Tinkers
Do it all, they bringforth uniqueness
From just a piece of metal,
Maybe even something to make a unique-type of kettle?
They work hard, to make sure
All things are in proper order, who would be called upon
When the gears go bad in the Pixie Dust Tree and the dust stopped falling?
Thank you all, for going above and beyond your calling
From fixing things up, to making something out of nothing,
You are spectacular and a true friend to all.
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