For You, From Me
Write away troubles,
put them in a tree,
a ground up and flattened tree.
Right away troubles
Come on back to me.
Write away troubles,
put them in a machine,
ground up into bits,
spit out the other end.
Right away troubles
are seen by new friends,
and right away the troubled
starts to mend.
I AM so thankful
to all the poets dear
who say the sweet things
my heart has longed to hear.
I want to give back
the love you have shared
I want to say
God knows you have helped me,
God knows you love
to share your sweet heart.
God loves to say thank you,
And thank you, for helping me!
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