Opuss you have given us a quill that needs no ink.
Opuss you have given us a page on which to think.
Opuss you have given us a theatre and a stage.
Opuss you have brought about writings new golden age.
You see without you Opuss these words would not be here, and all this amazing talent would simply disappear.
Opuss you are the reason that we now have a voice.
Opuss you are the reason why as wordsmiths we rejoice.
Opuss we all love you, you have captured minds and hearts.
You're our precious little pussycat for displaying all our arts.
Meow
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