Set stage a peasant gardener with little to his name
He had no fame or fortune nor a kingdom for his reign
Yet he had only one goal as he marched toward his old age
He sought to grow the healthiest garden that ever had been made
With his soon to be withering bones he charged his greenest working mode
And with the slicing of his scissors and the swooshing or his hoe
He grew a garden with great luster from leaf to root
Yet no matter how much blood and swear he poorer into the soil
He ne'er saw the accomplishment of a garden beauty full
Nevertheless he sought to show off that for which he paid the toll
So he sought to find his friends who would play a vital role
For when they came upon his step and made their graces known
The final piece fell into place and the garden truly glowed
All this, a short tale to tell, with only one message in mind
That you, my friend, are the twinkling light that makes my garden shine
There are people in this world that I have found and that I truly do love. I wish I could tell them directly how much they mean, but I have a hard time being so vulnerable. To remedy this, I have resorted to poetry. Although you will likely never see this, I love you guys. Thank you for being my guiding light and bringing hope in my trying times.
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