Follower Appreciation Day

Greetings everyone, this is Grace, not another random character.  I'm sorry that this is such a short post, but I had an idea. 
 This is a prime opportunity to tell you that I appreciate you very much.
To celebrate having five followers (it says I have six but that is because I followed myself. That doesn't count.)  I have written you a poem.  Please enjoy.

How nice that I should live to say
"I have five followers to-day!" 
Not two, not four, not one, not three
A whole five followers they be.
Thank you all so very much
Reading my writing posts and such
It means quite a lot.
Inconsequential it is not.

**Side Note: I am not a poet; (as you may be able to tell) so please do not expect me to compose poetical pieces such as featured above frequently.  If you do wish to see more you can leave a comment.**

THANK YOU!!!





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