You may one day be a model,
but don't need to be a star.
In my eyes it's a certain fact,
you plain and simply are.
I remember your sweet lessons,
the way you helped me out.
No charge required your spir't on fire
and I a hapless lout.
And now the distance calls aloud
and I pick up my pen.
Consider this, consider that,
find merriment again.
For even though you're far away
and I'm resting, sedate, cured.
I still recount your humble fount
and wish I was immured.
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