30/3/25:
This is mainly just a test. A check to see if this code works. What can I really write? Uhhhhh. Here. Have a poem.
I roll, I roll and roll again
Move over, I am coming through
I am sick of the blooming flower
And of roots and glue
You will find me in the meadow
On a plain or across seas
I am sick of the blooming flower
And of all the worker bees
It is no one's loss
I am sick of the blooming flower
I will grow no more moss