For truth you taught me all you knew
That faithful day which comes each week
Is now the day I think of you
Forgive me for my literary lack
Enlightened by little kids in sight
Of skittles skip I fiddled deep
Through the forest of muddled tea
Oh I must begin to write my rhyme
Imagination is almost at hand
For you a lively colourful ink must use
Portraying reality rarely unknown
Tinkling sounds the music play
Made me smile to think of you in range
But write I must this letter out loud
A crime to subject you to this paper at hand.
K.Oni
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