it's not possible.
I think the problem must be-
too much love and hate.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
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yes...excellent, and insightful.
ReplyDeletethanks :)
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting take on friendship and what it takes to maintain one. Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteyou really seem to have made the haiku form your own, you use it so expressively :)
ReplyDeleteI still appreciate the 5/7/5 even if others do not.
ReplyDeleteIt's true: Sometimes love and hate are both parts of a friendship. What complicated beings we humans are!
ReplyDeleteFriends Forever