'Tis sad someone like you should leave
For reasons known/unknown this place,
Donating points, no more word-weave,
With many trophies in this race!
May be, you have some better sites;
May be, you have duties excess;
May be, you feel you reached your heights;
I wish you ‘All the Best' poetess!
To take part in your last contest
Is my pleasure and gain some points;
I know this cannot be my best,
As God decides, when He anoints.
You should not give in to your wrath;
Some accidents do happen fast;
'Tis time for aureolar bath,
Forgetting your small bitter past!
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