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In a whirl of picks and Lions' roar,Amidst the "Epoch Pool" galore,The "Humble Host" with fervent cheer,Invites your voice, there's room to hear.With wit so sharp, advice sublime,He seeks participation's time,Though whispers claim five read his tales,He stands unwavering, sails unpaled.The Lions charge, in his belief,To Super Bowl victory, beyond belief.Yet amongst this football lore,He wishes you'd write, not abhor.Oh Canada, he lightly jests,Prefers when thoughts and ink invest,For in this game he holds such grace,Participation is the race.Not a fan of Trump's harsh view,He hopes the REAL you will break through.Despite privilege, he implores,Your stories add to this grand score.So heed his call, join in the quest,An open heart will pass the test.For even if your score is low,Your words keep this fine spirit aglow.

In a whirl of picks and Lions' roar,  
Echoes of the "Epoch Pool" galore,  
The "Humble Host" with fervent cheer,  
Invites your voice, there’s room to hear.  

With wit so sharp, advice sublime,  
He seeks participation's time,  
Though whispers claim five read his tales,  
He stands unwavering, sails unpaled.  

The Lions charge, in his belief,  
To Super Bowl victory, beyond belief.  
Yet amidst this sporting lore,  
He wishes you'd write, not abhor.  

Oh Canada, he lightly jests,  
Prefers when thoughts and ink invest,  
For in this game, he holds such grace,  
Participation is the race.  

Not a fan of Trump's harsh view,  
He hopes the REAL you will break through.  
Despite privilege, he implores,  
Your stories add to this grand score.  

So heed his call, join in the quest,  
An open heart will pass the test.  
For even if your score is low,  
Your words keep this fine spirit aglow.

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In a whirl of picks and Lions' roar, Echoes of the "Epoch Pool" galore, The "Humble Host" with fervent cheer, Invites your voice, there’s room to hear. With wit so sharp, advice sublime, He seeks participation's time, Though whispers claim five read his tales, He stands unwavering, sails unpaled. The Lions charge, in his belief, To Super Bowl victory, beyond belief. Yet amidst this sporting lore, He wishes you'd write, not abhor. Oh Canada, he lightly jests, Prefers when thoughts and ink invest, For in this game, he holds such grace, Participation is the race. Not a fan of Trump's harsh view, He hopes the REAL you will break through. Despite privilege, he implores, Your stories add to this grand score. So heed his call, join in the quest, An open heart will pass the test. For even if your score is low, Your words keep this fine spirit aglow.