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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. Stacy and Wes, you're next. Here goes nothing, William Writer.
William Writer Though, I have yet to see your face I find that you write with a smooth grace We see things that we do not know Through your words as you let them go I have read about most everything Because your lines nearly sing I can see all the love you had Great smiles, hard times, and when you’re sad My new friend at writing.com here Keep on writing ‘cause your work is dear I know that this piece is not so long Though your words are so strong I will visit your port again soon Then maybe spend the afternoon.
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