Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Invited by: Danita Chantel
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Day | Followers | Gain | % Gain |
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March 08, 2024 | 61 | -1 | -1.7% |
March 24, 2023 | 62 | +3 | +5.1% |
April 19, 2022 | 59 | +2 | +3.6% |
January 14, 2022 | 57 | +1 | +1.8% |
September 23, 2021 | 56 | +9 | +19.2% |