Jodapoet

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I am humbled by your words,
mine escaped.
Searched gifts for ladies and lords,
of various shapes.

Awards fit not to honor you,
but permanent links.
Icon of a friendship that is true,
not a childish wink.

Garden playgrounds with fields of gold,
to start.
Memories awaiting endlessly to be told,
your work of art.