our friendship during that balmy spring break day is how I knew of my muse
And yes, I’ll always, always be your friend,
Your best friend, my dear Jane
You are not a creepy crawly thing,
Though I called you a green elf of the magical realm,
Of the sun and moon and starships
Your art was heartfelt I attest,
I felt it in my chest,
I knew you were going to send the message of truth to my unwilling ears,
And I thank you my dear friend
And though I love you so dearly,
I will cherish you any way I can
With our lemonade serenade
Of mists and artful gashs of Blending cloud canvas.
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Excellent use of words, I feel like when I read this I am transported elsewhere. Lovely read!