Love to all my peeps,
far and near, ever close and dear.
Although not breaking bread together face to face,
know there is always space.
Raise a glass, voice a toast for the ones I love the most.
Run, jump, give a shout, the ones I love are not without.
Turn the corners of your mouth up, part your lips for a cheer,
for you are my peeps far and near.
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