Someone wrote me a poem. A lovely one. Since i have the good heart, i shall share it with you.

the pitter patter of rain in the emerald skies, the bamboo reaching ever so high
the dew on the leaves, the rustle of the breeze, the chill in the air
sometimes it isn't fair
it can be lonely on this little island in a great big galaxy
but then a little satellite comes and orbits back to me
of lovely company i could compare a fuzzy panda with cuddly soft hair
her visits are sweet, like a twinkling in the sky of a bright little star whizzing by


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