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[aid] => mick
[title] => Digital Duet
[time] => 2015-12-26 22:41:48
[hometext] => Reality of over-rated.
[bodytext] => I have a friend, we’ve never met, I ‘ve never seen his face; All I know I read on line, his words speak to his grace. He’s never heard my voice; or looked into my eyes; The internet is who he is, it’s his and my disguise. Perhaps he has an accent, or maybe he is mute; Writing from a jail cell or a hallowed institute! Could be that he’s a landlord; could be he drives a truck; I know not if he’s wealthy; or run down on his luck. I’m careful what I share with him, and likewise so is he; Black flickers on a lighted screen are not reality! The internet’s a party mask that filters scars and sins; And words alone the palette that paints the skin within. I once admired a disc jockey, and in time imposed; a face to match the voice I heard, until his image showed; on a giant city billboard, and much to my chagrin; He didn’t match at all the image I held fond of him! Wiser now I’m careful; not too quick to trust In my imagination, after all, it /'/ s just; A happy compilation of what I want to see; With that in mind, we’ve come to find, that friendship still can be. And thus we walk a sightless talk; a monorail in rhyme; Like dancing with no partner; like wind without a chime! For we have come to understand in spite of all pretention; The mirror we look into is of our own invention! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 16 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FriendshipPoetry )
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