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The Happy Recipient
That was a gift to myself.
Another gift to myself.
There have been so many.
Many the same gift,
given again and again.
To myself. From myself.
Because how else am I to
reliably
get them?
I have so much to give
myself.
Never
have I been
more generous.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.