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Your Special Friend

5/4/2004 ~ D O Jr
One Day, I was shocked to see an old friend!
So I stopped just to talk with her.
And while I was there,
My higher power reached down- And stirred things up, Of course all in my favor!
And there you were again,
Hanging over the fence,
And calling out my name.
Boyish grin, tall and thin;
But I did not see at that clearly,
And did not think, you were calling out to me!
But there you were;
reminding me of how sweet friends could be!
And later that day, it was just you and me.
You help to fill a hole, A greedy need, And then we both let it be.
You’re someone to hold, cuddle with, and feed a certain hunger;
But then you let me free, Just to be happy with being me!
No strings attached; No plan that’s got to hatch.
You are such a special man.
And I think you are part of a greater plan,
To help me learn to be me on my own,
And know I still don’t have to go it all alone.
So I’ll simply sign this, Your special friend.

"There was a child went forth every day, and the first object he looked upon and recieved with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became... And that object became part of him for the day... or for many years or stretching cycles of years." Walt Whitman