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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Sarcasm
Ah, my love, it's so nice to be missed Oh, my friends, it's so nice to be loved Such sweet tidings bring glee to my heart To know that I'm surely being thought of. It is so good, my dears, to know when I am gone That the times we shared will surely carry on It is kind of you, my friends, to let me hear Those things that you have made so very clear. My sweetest friends, it's so good to be away It's glad I am to hear what you have to say Thanks so much, my wee ones, for letting me know you care It sweetens my soul when you take the time to share.
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