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My Friend: Hunter Dasten

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

Submitted: Sunday, November 23, 2008
Edited: Thursday, November 27, 2008


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