My Friend

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Vintage Words

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Take my call and tell me
about your day, the splendor,
the pain, no matter where
the sun rose, hung high, then
descended.
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Call me back and hear my
strangest day, the loving,
the hurt, never questioning
how it became mine, now
it belongs to us.
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Share the joys over coffee
or over e-mail. Text the urgency
and the truth found inside your
boring tales of kids and money,
horror tales of death and dread,
the latest tv show I have to see,
the best time to meet
tomorrow.
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Celebrate with me the caring hours
spent like so many coins in a wishing well.
Endure and embrace all that I am
and I will forever take with me all
that you are.
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allets
05-09-12

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