Sectism

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Goodness makes me write your poem.

It is a rarity these days

to find a person so at home

in all unselfish ways.

You are the one who'll share your joys

and give your smiles away.

You have no unfamiliar ploys

and what is good, you say.

You share with others gifts of love

and care about their needs.

You know the good Lord up above

and thus you sow His seeds.

I drink in all your peace of mind

and bathe myself in laughter.

Your calmness makes my soul unwind

and wards off all disaster.

This my poem I write for you,

an attempt of mine to tell

that every word of God is true.

Your life has proved it well.

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