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Aug 2020
How do you thank the one
That always puts himself last?
Who gives to you all his light
When the darkness just won't pass.

Can mere words suffice?
Should I thank him from upon my knees?
With kindness, patience, and care
As he's also the provider of these.

He proudly gives to you
The things money cannot buy.
Like his mind, his heart, his soul,
But especially his time.

If you knew The Giver like I do,
You would also choose to exhaust,
All the ways to love him,
At whatever the cost.
Written by
Robin Dunlop  41/F/Haughton, LA
(41/F/Haughton, LA)   
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     Robin Dunlop and Scarlet McCall
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