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I
dedicate this page to my friends in
Eureka, We've been through PPS badly,
haven't we? |
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Each
of us has a hidden place
Somewhere deep within ourselves;
A place where we go to get away,
To think things through,
To be alone, to be ourselves.
This unique place, where we confront our deepest
feelings,
Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes,
All our needs, all our dreams,
And even our unspoken fears.
It encompasses the essence of who we are and what
we want to be.But now and then, whether by chance
or design,
Someone discovers a way into that place we
thought was ours alone.
And we allow that person to see, to feel and to
share
All the reason, all the uncertainty
And all the emotion we've stored up there.
That person adds new perspective to our hidden
realm,
Then quietly settles down in his own corner of
our special place,
Where a bit of himself will stay forever.
And we call that person a friend.
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