 Well, in this case, I'm glad you got something out of it. The poem you're going to read today is called Woof. Yep. Like the sound a dog makes, woof. Absolutely. Tell me, you hinted at it just now, but tell me more about what it's about. Yeah, so it's about my experience of doing exposure and response prevention, which is a kind of therapy used for OCD. And a lot of my grief is what they call complicated grief, or at least was for a number of years, which is when things don't go well.