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I apologize for my absence, my dear friends,
For disappearing like socks in the dryer, it seems.
I've been tangled up in a ghostwriting spree,
A job for an Alaskan Company, can't you see?

Awhile back, I landed a ghostwriting gig, a curious affair,
But instead of battling grizzlies, I've been battling writer's despair.
No moose or glaciers to keep me company,
Just the hum of my keyboard and a lukewarm cup of tea.

I've been conjuring stories, spinning tales of whimsy,
From fantastical creatures to loopy conspiracy theories.
My days are spent wrestling with words and plot twists,
And my nights are filled with rewrites and occasional fits.

So forgive my mysterious absence, my witty companions,
As I return with my shenanigans in grand fashion.
I'm grateful for your patience, your continued support,
Let's embark on this poetic journey, where humor is our fort.