Filskit Blog: A festive poem
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Arts Council forms have been filled out with care, In the hope that some funding soon would be there. The Filskits were nestled all snug in their beds, While dreams of projections danced in their heads. [...]
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