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| My friend Jo Shwartz wrote this poem. It touched me very much and I thought I would let you all share in her thoughts. |
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| Jo |
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| As i sit here at my place of work My mind starts to wander in its little quirk I gaze out the window into the glare And think of ICQ and all the friends I have there |
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| My friends, they come from far and wide from east and west and every side of the world so small, it's not so big nestling into my heart and soul they dig. |
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| Some so special, some so plain some so happy, some in pain I hear all of what they say to me for they're my friends, will always be |
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| Some of them I hope to meet and see them on their own two feet A great big smile planted on my face As I meet them in a special place |
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| They've opened their homes and opened their hearts to me, a stranger from the very start "Oh come to our land" they often say "to our home for a nice long stay" |
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| I thank them all each and every one For when my busy day is done I sit back, reflect, and know this for sure That I am loved and my friendships shall endure |
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| Thank you my friends, at ICQ This much I can say to you Your've warmed my heart and touched my soul And to love you all is my lifelong goal |
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| Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flame by another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled that flame |
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