Christopher
There is a man in Georgia,
who has quiet a way with words,
and with every stroke his pen makes,
so much wisdom can be heard.
I have come to call him friend,
although we have never met,
he reaches out to everyone,
with a heart that has been blessed.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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