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TO

MY THOUGHTS FOR A FRIEND

I cannot give you great success              or skies of cloudless blue                     Nor can I give the riches                              So well deserved by you.

I cannot give you beauty             or starlit summer nights                     Nor can I give the rapture                               of dawn's fliirtatious flight

I cannot give you sunsets             that flame, then blush, then die                     Nor can I give the softness                              of an angel's quiet sigh.

I cannot give you rareness             of heaven and earth, 'tis true                      I only have this meager gift-                               my poetry for you.

And while it's not a glorious gift              nor yet, a famous work of art                       It's written by a loving friend                                and written from her heart.

mjh '82