Ode to Kamas

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Dear Kamas,
I know I suck
At writing poems
But I think this one will do
Because your fantastic personality
Sees the sun
Shining through.

When you’re in chat
You fix all things
You cheer up those
Who’re blue

You love us, Kammie!
And boy do we love you!
{Insert witty and/or memorable movie quotes here} [Give credit so I don't die by lawyer]

{Follow up with mention of worth-while activity that betters the YWS community}

{Insert link to activity}

{Insert well-humoured internet bribery to entice viewers to join in the activity}




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I think I'll leave Kamas to do the review...

But thanks for sharing! You're rhyming scheme made it very hearfelt.

Love,
Fixed
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Oh wow hun. I'm not sure what provoked you to write this, but it sure made me smile.
Thank you for making my day a little brighter.

Kamas
"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles." ~ Charles Chaplin

#tnt




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Aww thats so sweet. I'm sure you have made Kammas's day. I think only Kammas has the right to review this. Well done lol.




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Yeller, I swear, I love your creativeness!

Though short and simple, the fact that you wrote it about someone I now makes it that much better. I love the rhymes, without it, it wouldn't be much of a poem, no offence.

It was a pleasure to read!

Classy.




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It was a cute and sweet gesture. And I liked it a lot. That's all I can say...
Repensum est canicula.

Veni, vidi, nates calce concidi!



I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights