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One day, a number appeared on my ICQ list, I can't remember how it came to be there, or why it had been added ... I had said the occasional 'hello' and the odd 'goodnight' ... but still he remained just a number on my list... I then saw him more regularly popping up in the Quiz Room, so we said a few more hellos, waved a few more waves. I finally saw him in York ... but still ... no time to chat ... missed opportunity... I came back home, logged on, and there he appeared again on ICQ. I sent him a message, I asked him if he had recovered from the meet :o) That is how we started speaking ... now we never stop speaking! ... He is my best friend, he always makes me laugh, always cheers me up, I know I could tell him anything and I hope he knows how much he means to me - you can make some good friendships over the net, and this one has gotta be one of the best :o) This is a poem he wrote for me and I had to put it up 'cos it's the sweetest poem ever!!!
Each night around a half past ten Johnny feels so good because that is when He goes to the room that's friendliest of all It's such fun there, they really have a ball! The best things always happen, and this is true Is when AliŠ's there, if she's not he's blue :o( She is sweetness, goodness and light Whatever she does it's bound to be right. Elvis and leather and big motorbikes And for some unknown reason Johnny she likes Whenever he's around she'll start off a chat With 'Hello beautiful' or something like that. Johnny is a wrinkly, an old man past his prime Wishing that somehow he could go back in time And with his jacket and badges, and hairstyle so neat It seems he nearly manages this impossible feat. But when AliŠ talks to him on the telephone Johnny is in Heaven, he don't feel so alone In fact he feels great; alive and so cool Be tries hard not to let on he's a fool. 'Cause when AliŠ's near his hormones go stupid It's all the fault of that goddamn Cupid He stuck a safety pin in poor Johnny's heart Now it seems that these two will never part. :o) Together forever, in a bond made of love That's gonna last longer than the stars above She'll never know how much to me she is worth This Angel that speaks to me here on Earth.... |
