When people die of loneliness,

they cry and hide their face.

I thank you all for your grace,

friends whom I’d love to embrace.

I know that I’m incomplete,

to be your friend as I’m unfit.

Sometimes I’m emotional a bit,

your reading my post is a treat.

From me you’ve got spam comment,

they are your post’s real ornament.

Your posts take me to the firmament,

so you be glad and have contentment.

Know the cause of my downfall,

it’ll make you great & never small.

reading a post is though normal,

but trust me I become emotional.

You are capable to create new things,

bring closer far away human beings.

Sadness flees as joy your post brings,

seeing the joy the cherubim sings.

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