Wednesday, June 11, 2014

June 11th

I just Skyped with Lexa, aka my sun and stars. We talked about Game of Thrones and Anfo Stewart. It was a good time, even though it was lagging literally the whole time. But Lexa and I are very dedicated.

So Lexa wrote a poem about Anfo Stewart once, and I'm going to share it with you guys because it's the best thing anyone has ever written, ever.

An Ode to Anfo Stewart

The name of Anfo Stewart won’t
Mean much to you. To seek
The truth behind the name is daft,
And efforts make you weak.

The thrill of one man’s mystery
Produced a bond of friends.
Although we live across the States,
We hunted ‘til the end.

What started creepy turned to fun.
His mockful blog began
It all—he played on Kate’s
Words. We had started forming plans.

With Kate the leader, Jon the author
Who published findings, I
Could analyze and seek him out.
Prepared, we became spies.

The hunt was on, yet yielded nothing.
The clues became more scarce.
Our luck run out, our brains exhausted,
We thought it all unfair.

“Crack open Sprite, release the hounds!”;
“Responsible for what you’ve tamed.”:
Final remarks. The hunt is through.
He’s only left his fame.

But if you find out who he is
Don’t hesitate to call.
If not for him I’d have no hunt.
To him, I owe it all. 

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