for you, whatever YOUR name may beA Story by VanessaI know a certain fellow who was curious, some time ago. He gave me rain and flowers, it made me beam and glow.
Sometimes words are hard to place,
But I know of splendor in his terms;
I find that benevolence is bliss.
That’s not easy these days,
If I may say.
All that I mean to say, though
Is thank you.
For . . . . words can make me smile.
© 2008 VanessaReviews
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