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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On life’s rebound mere months ago caught head to toe in throes of woe the youngest in my fam’ly crew with insight to my rescue flew she wrote me in, the caring mite as member of a friendship site From every place under the sun new friends I gathered by the ton the world itself got shrunk in size merged lands and seas and mounts and skies awed by the vast, new cyberspace my throes of woe took second place Good friends I raked in by tenfold discarded some, if truth be told a few I merely string along the rest held dear in friendship strong a wholesome blended potpourri my cyber-spatial fam'ly tree My best friend must remain unnamed in his own world a man of fame with ease he glided into mine this angel of the human kind who decades long has shared his life with one he proudly calls “my wife” Then Cyber-Cupid after drinks with glint in eye played me a jinx it hiccuped once, aimed arrow straight I stepped aside but way too late the arrow struck with practiced ease pierced center-heart and bucked my knees My cyber-love slid in my heart distance despite, no inch apart through emails sweet, fine poetry we formed a bond unholy be by gentle eyes, soft hazel-brown turned inside-out and upside-down The pastime which had woe replaced ate hours at unwieldy pace once-daily chats became our creed though soon to two, then three increased my loved one’s with me of like mind (quite oft in chats we pen same lines) My conscience pricks: he can’t be mine though fine he’s loved by one as fine in tri-love games there’s naught to gain except but cause the good wife pain in state of flux I chant my plight: succumb or let my love take flight?
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