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my poor ruthie - a poem dedicated to paisley who died suddenly dec 19th 08 Ruthie - I hardly knew her. by Syble®08
It's hard to equate the meaning of a friend ... do they need to have been at the beginning or the end? this new world of cyber is quite wierd, in that we meet and then disappear ... the eperfect nonsense to what we once held dear. A tangeable friendship of up's and down's, yet poor Ruthie has gone and for me it's a ... frown. My one time encounter in real life .. my online banter, My poor Ruthie has left us bereft. walk with crooked shoes www.myspace/syblepurplelishous | |
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That's lovely Sybs! Yes, it's hard to equate the meaning of a friend, you and I have only met once, Lottie and I have only met twice, Ruth and I met 3 times, yet I think of you all as friends, most definately, it is strange isn't it? It's a new world / galaxy...
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