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Founder's Canon
January 19, 2026
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p and at ‘em, rise and shine!

Take your place in back of line It will be big, but start off small And you’ll avoid your wake up call! Get out of bed, and rub those eyes You’re in for quite a large surprise You must be short before you’re tall You’re closer to your wake up call! Hold it now, this might just hurt They’ll pull your head out of the dirt Steady now, or you will fall! Last chance to miss your wake up call! Running with your eyes wide shut Can’t see what you are giving up And as you slam into the wall Welcome to your wake up call! Trust me now, these pains do help And this can numb the pain you’ve felt: Before you run, it’s good to crawl So welcome to your wake up call!

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