Sunday, August 7, 2011

friendship

it's not possible.
I think the problem must be-
too much love and hate.
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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousAugust 8, 2011 at 7:25 AM

    yes...excellent, and insightful.

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  2. bttrflyscarAugust 8, 2011 at 1:53 PM

    thanks :)

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  3. The Write GirlAugust 8, 2011 at 7:57 PM

    What an interesting take on friendship and what it takes to maintain one. Nicely written.

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  4. AnonymousAugust 9, 2011 at 1:59 AM

    you really seem to have made the haiku form your own, you use it so expressively :)

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  5. bttrflyscarAugust 9, 2011 at 12:45 PM

    I still appreciate the 5/7/5 even if others do not.

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  6. Magical Mystical TeacherAugust 11, 2011 at 3:54 AM

    It's true: Sometimes love and hate are both parts of a friendship. What complicated beings we humans are!



    Friends Forever

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