In this day and age with hundreds of ways to stay connected
Most of my friends still take me for granted
Whether they intend to or not
They forget that I existed
Sometimes I get sick and tired of doing all the work
The letters left unanswered, the emails not returned
The cards not acknowledged
That make me feel insignificant
Even though I know I am not
The frustration and resentment I feel
Surely, they can't all be slabs of marble
Don't they ever feel vulnerable?
And feel sad when they are not wanted
Then one day, a total stranger
From far away Savannah
With the name like Hunter Dasten
Made me feel like I am golden
Hunter, who is kind with his words
And responds to emails like it matters
Hunter who is gentle and sweet
Who made me feel like I am not a stranger
So, thank you - Hunter
Genius of Savannah and of the world
When you're richer and more famous
Remember me: your LA friend
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