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John Biscello 
Here’s my heart, in this poem 🙂
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I’m glad you found it. And I’m not sure how it got there, I swear I didn’t steal it, might have been the gremlins, they’re tricky little bastards 🙂
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You’re the one who found it
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Those damn gifted writers
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Amazing, the things we can find without even looking. Perhaps those gremlins are really parishioners of grace, eh 😉
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I think I might die of grace lol,
But yes
You know I find a lot of things reading your posts. So. Stealing my heart is appreciated, way to go John, you have my eternal thanks. 🙂and although it doesn’t sound like it, my sarcasm is very sincere haha
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I, as a native Brooklynite, often have people mistaking my sincere moments as me being sarcastic. Funny, how close sarcasm and sincerity are, like kissing cousins, especially when coming from the mouths of those who traffic amiably in sarcasm 🙂
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I have a friend that I speak only in sarcasms with, haha, and he shared with me that there is a bit of truth with most sarcasm. Made me smile because of how dead on it is. Of course, it works for us. People have differing views on sarcasm, I tend to understand it and enjoy the humor and cynical nature of it. Makes me feel comfortable, well and kissing cousins….who wouldn’t love that? 😶
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And I do very much appreciate sensitive readers, people who feel their way through and behind and inside the words. It’s a wonderful thing.
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