System76 :popos: :ubuntu: on Nostr: November whispers tales of cold, But open-source will never grow old. I wield my ...

November whispers tales of cold,
But open-source will never grow old.
I wield my shell, with vim I roam,
In this OS, I've found my home.

So here I waddle, proud and free,
November’s frosts can't bother me.
For in the dark and biting air,
Linux warmth is always there.