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Special thanks ma’am

You are a great lady,
A devoted, doting wife.
You have eight children,
And many grand,
A record.
You should be in the Gooiness book,
If I were its editor.

A chance reading of your poems,
And works madam,
Has made me write many more poems.

Its not money, for what I write,
I want to share happiness,
With those who are in strife.

I give my heart, mind, and soul,
To those who love,
My worth all and sole.

I know you not,
But across the scene,
I can see the smile,
On your faces,
That I do bring.

My own kith and kin ,
Are foreign to me,
And so in your happiness,
I seem to live happily,
And with glee.

I write for fun,
Money has no charm,
What Triond gives in a year,
I give away daily as alms.

So money, given begets love,
And when from this earth,
One is done,
The end game,
Has once more begun.