This  poem emerged as a flirtation that hasn't gotten out of control.
I have learned in the past twenty + years the value of loving friends.
A friend who is a lover is to often denied and becomes neither in time.

I Made a Friend Today.We acted garish, strange and gay.
What was on our minds, so foolishly sublime?
I can't tell you!
What I do know is this:
I want to share those feelings grand again.
Invite my soul, sins and all.
Let's make company, no need to call.
We'll jiggle, juggle, giggle and cry,
Share stories, lips and lies.
And always be friends as the crow flies.
St. Petersburg Florida 1999 

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