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Contributed by
MinnesotaRose
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Monday, 26th January 2004 @ 01:02:21 AM in AEST
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We should talk sometime,
You know, make it one of those
Accidentally on purpose
Kind of things, like acquaintances
Who haven't crossed paths
For some time, for no reason
In particular, say hello,
You in a hurry, no,
Not at the moment,
Mind if I join you, please,
Sit down, the coffee here
Is pretty good, you're looking
Pretty good yourself, thank you,
You, too, so tell me,
It seems like forever,
The last time I saw you,
So tell me, throughout
This eternity, tell me,
How has it been?
Copyright ©
MinnesotaRose
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2004-01-26 01:02:21]
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Re: Talk
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by 13Hopes on
Monday, 26th January 2004 @ 03:31:11 AM AEST
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How this is so true... Yet we accept in ourselves that life becomes so busy, we forget those from time to time friends, some times we even let them slip right away, who knows, they could be the best firiend we avaer had. A sensational true to life poem. I certainly will be reading this again...
Cheers,
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Re: Talk
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by Necromant on
Monday, 26th January 2004 @ 11:51:48 AM AEST
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I liked this poem! Sometimes with the pace we're living we don't realise that we're always in a hurry and forget to stop and have a converstion (real one) with those who we love. Great write!
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Re: Talk
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 11th February 2004 @ 10:18:04 PM AEST
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| I am retired now, but have since wondered why I let the hands of a clock become more important to me than people and feelings. Seems now, a very odd thing to do. I guess life goes on in spite of us. But, gosh, we lose a lot living by the clock. This is a great write. Rita |
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Re: Talk
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by Cobalt on
Friday, 20th February 2004 @ 12:33:29 PM AEST
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| Interesting... |
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