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Founder's Canon
January 19, 2026
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f you are here and reading this

I probably understand Why you are desperate, searching For a single helping hand Amid these middle fingers That this world thrusts right at you You’re seeking some relief Some kind of peace to guide you through I come to you and write this In hopes that when you stretch Your arms into the crowd My hand’s the one you catch I’m here if you should need me Yes, for you, reading this now I’ll help in any way I can If you’ll just tell me how

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