closing down…

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The sadness of a friend unfriending 

getting narky, losing hope,

recalling "friendships have an ending",

saying that it's hard to cope

with all the harsh and thoughtless words and

ways that folk ignore you well,

or put you down, your thoughts like bird-sand

from the floor of cage (like hell).

And then at times you can't see any

ways that "we" could grow & thrive.

At least you stayed and lets some friendly

banter come. We're both alive.

Please see us God, the source of love and

all creative options that

we've ever seen, below, above. "Hand"

to unhanded, who are "flat".

And then I see your quick perceptions

guessing well your grandsons' wants.

And gladdly doing further "sections"

(styles, kilometers, or fonts).

It seems much more than I can bear, to

have my small and puny love

diminished more, instead of care to

magnify it, not to shove,

it like a mechanism thing-o,

but to grow it like some plant.

Well, there's our nemesis, who'll sing o-

-bout, a deer that'll only pant.

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