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Warm regards for all

There is a blade of grass,

Emerging from the snow,

Do you think it is melting away the snow?

There is a dwarf rising above the sea,

Do you think that dwarf is in me?

They say therein is a giant emerging in Triond,

Do you think like that of me?

Some say I ‘m next to Shakespeare,

Do you think there is enough space next to him?

To bury me

Another yet says I can give you no award,

But I can give you my name as ‘’George.’’

Some more say they love me,

More than my poetry,

How through the internet they can see

Worries me

Some say what size is,

After all its part,

Of Einstein’s theory of relativity

Well some say something;

Some send many more dots,

And some now equate me to a star,

But from very far

Some of my good friends,

Haven’t read me,

Some say I am too fast,

Oh hopefully all of you,

And they will read me,

I’m sure at last.

Your comments overwhelm me,

There are tears in my eye,

Do not worry still I do not cry.

Love me as ever,

As tender and sweet,

Each day on Triond’s back we shall,

Till you say,

Continue to meet.