You teach me to thank often
to reveal discourtesy, surliness you own
You stress on need to communicate
only to display your shrinking violet
I am used to indifference, the oblivion
each of them mends me, adds to the reason
Your conscience, wisdom, guilt or guile
they add curves to my precious smile
Could I thank you more!
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It's good to appreciate the works of others in our lives.. Your message is clear