How about an impromptu Bigfoot poem:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
You've consumed my thoughts for months, minutes, hours and days.
We hang on your every word and those about you written.
You'll never be ignored, with you we're all quite smitten.
You go about your daily life without a care for us.
But we all chase your wisdom, your simplicity, your trust.
When you lay your head down to recharge your tired bones.
We power on our iPads, our laptops and our phones.
You may dream of hunting, fishing or crossing rivers wide and deep.
But we're all here arguing about whether you dream while you sleep.
Lol the end!!
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