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We
Met on Icq |
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You
sent me you picture on Icq
You
look lovely "I said,"
Divorced,
Single, Separated, Together still.
On
here, what does it matter, |
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We
are all the same.
You
type well, the words are divine
We
want each other to be our friends,
And
if we draw close, there is no shame. |
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We
come in all shapes and sizes,
Small,
Medium and Large,
Whose
to know how we will end up.
Just
to talk, there is no charge. |
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When
I am down, I want you to care.
Lend
me your ear,
And
do not be afraid to share. |
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I
close with
"Love
You," "Take Care,"
"Always
a nice chat,"
"Till
next time, Big Hug."
When
I am in this Putter Chair. |
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By
Don
Evans |
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