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Judith

a new found friend of mine

is a friend I hope to have

until the end of time

trans-Atlantic-Cheshire

is ever so far away

it seems when we are having night

you are having day

such a pity that we have yet to meet

the mere thought has me on the edge of

some proverbial seat

I have yet to see your face

but I plan to see you as soon as I can

no matter how many miles are between us

by sea and land

your family sounds sweet as I know you are too

I consider you my mind's picture of the English

way of life with an authentic view

this poem must end short of my true feelings

and thoughts

for I have somehow lost my perfect ending with

my what have you's and what nots.............

(written late Nov. 1985)