distances disappear the friends that we make
are people we may never meet nor see
we'll never have a drink nor have some tea
but at a distance each our thirst will slake
yet over time the bond we have won't shake
it will be far firmer than the stoutest tree
a bond that holds us even though we're free
not of the body but of minds that take
the time to recognise who's worth the thought
and who is not who makes the finest sense
and who's a waste of time and space and air
with those we choose we find ourselves just caught
in a relationship that lacks all pretense
but which provides us with a friendship clear
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
23 December 2006
unintentional community
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