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We Met on Icq |
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You sent me you picture on Icq You look lovely "I said," Divorced, Single, Separated, Together still. On here, what does it matter, |
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We are all the same. You type well, the words are divine We want each other to be our friends, And if we draw close, there is no shame. |
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We come in all shapes and sizes, Small, Medium and Large, Whose to know how we will end up. Just to talk, there is no charge. |
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When I am down, I want you to care. Lend me your ear, And do not be afraid to share. |
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I close with "Love You," "Take Care," "Always a nice chat," "Till next time, Big Hug." When I am in this Putter Chair. |
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By Don Evans |
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