To start let's say it was you who made not us of course but me.
This is true in all my days I've kept it secret from seem.
I've walked about unnoticed by most and work has left my at once.
My steps are long and my stride is short but my walk is not a run.
You see I know who you are and what you take as stance.
I'm telling you this due to a separated opinion and lack of connected hands.
My knowledge I've learned is from all I've been at present or a simple part I've played.
So my thanks is in words, words not heard, unless your interest is something displayed.
I Write My Story from you to you and however you receive it.
©bbukowsky
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