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Sunday, August 10, 2008

Sonnet CCXXIII

I have a lot of friends who love the opera too.
They come from France, Great Britain, Spain, and Germany.
A few are from the States and one’s from Italy.
I’ve others too, but I digress. Away we move.
Kind Beth of Texas is a mother and a muse,
and Phoenix is a nearby piano friend like me,
but she’s thirteen, won Nationals, and loves to teach.
I could go on: musicians, writers, artists too…

The world’s afloat with wondrous people, smart and kind.
The ones I’ve met so far are just like that, I find.

And yet, there are so many stalkers on the Net;
they terrorize and bully, like a bunch of fools.
However, all these contacts, friends, and such I’ve met
I found through websites, blogs, and other cyber-tools.

5 comments:

  1. I am so touched to be in your sonnet--THANKS!! :-D

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  2. Pleased to be in your sonnet! :-)

    Ja, you meet so many sweet people through the Net. I've met a benefactor who's giving me his un-used box-seat tickets.. unless I've inadvertently scared him off already XD

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  3. No problem Beth!! It's nothing compared to what you've been doing for me. Honestly, you're one of the best people ever :P You deserved mention + more!

    Hahaha Ellen...us stalkers. Your "benefactor" sounds amazing! If you scare him...let me now; I'll gladly take the tickets! :P

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A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

Thanks, Wordle!