I finally got online in my late forties
With that I made some e-mail pals
My hubby said, "They are not really your friends"
After four years, here is how
One of the cyber-only connection ends
We met to finally chat in person
We met to finally see eye to eye
We met at our sons' rock concert
And couldn't hear, couldn't see
But it mattered not, we gave it a try
And I learned one thing or maybe two or three
A pal is a pal no matter how you meet thee
Don't mind the Old English or the old Swede or the need to speed
We e-mailed each other for four years
And meeting even at a loud dark concert
Was music to our finger tapping souls in deed.
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i have a couple of friends that i met at the den that i wouldn't trade for all the people here in my town. friendship is what you make it
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on October 24, 2005
How special to meet someone you've known for years
on the net. I met the den's dreamweaver a while back.
It was like we knew each other right off..
Lurve ya cuzz......
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Love Ya,
Kathy
on the net. I met the den's dreamweaver a while back.
It was like we knew each other right off..
Lurve ya cuzz......