MY First

You were my first.

My first whose eyes, I freely saw love.

My first whose smile I feely melted my resistance.

My first whose heart I freely gave my heart to.

My first whose lips I freely passionately kissed.

My first whose body I freely melded with.

You were my first -

my first-

regretfully.

Sob.

Sob.

Sob.

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NO LAN is an Island

NO LAN is an island;

Every LAN is a piece of the network,

a part of the whole;

If any hardware fails to work,

the network is the less;

any hardware's death busies me,

because I am involved with the network.

(With apologies to John Donne)

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Heartache

But the heartache never totally goes away.

Her body is gone,

but she lives in your heart,

Life for you goes on.

For her, it stopped, suddenly and tragically.

And you were left with pain and sadness.

She was buried

and you were had only memories of her

instead of her caring arms.

Instead you are left with life without her,

and a heartache that never goes away.

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