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Keep in mind that this is a rough attempt to say thank you to a new friend for being a friend. There will be other attempts. Wes, you're hiding in this port. Here goes nothing,
Stacy My Friend Stacy I have met a new friend. Her name is Stacy. She is the light in A world that seems crazy. She reads and she reads, To show individual attention. She keeps in mind the writer’s needs. She gives all an honorable mention. Her scarred heart Is there for you too. She takes her part In the WDC with me and you. She gives her all, When it’s time rate. She’ll make her call. Your smile, she’ll create. She is a leader. She is a precious link Between poet and reader. Her words will make you think. Come visit at her place. Sit and read a while. She writes with such grace, You’ll always find a smile.
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