sometimes
sometimes by the carpenters
sometimes not often enough
we reflect upon the good things
and those thoughs always center around those we love
and I think about those people who mean so much to me
and for so many years have made me so very happy
and I count the times I have forgotten to say thank you
and just how much I love them
but that aren't something that you all accept.
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