Amidst the land of cryptocurrency,
There lies a treasure, rare to see,
The "Shrooms" they call it, a mystic brew,
With beauty beyond measure, in digital hue.
But access to the server, is a cruel game,
Locked doors keep me from the coveted fame,
And so I stand, in solitude and strife,
Longing to join the members, and share in life.
Oh, how I yearn to be a part,
Of the knowledge shared, in that hallowed hall of art.
To bask in the glow, of each shroom's might,
And bask in the glory, of their digital light.
And so I wait, in this state of woe,
Hoping that the doors will open, and let me go,
And acquire that shroom, with such delight,
And bask in the beauty, of its endless light.
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