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Thank You Girls for Your Gift

A hundred years ago, when I was about 25 years old, I belonged to a writers' group called Aspiring Writers Club. (AWC) We lived on the old Prodigy service. I told you it was a hundred years ago. So, AWC still exists today. I think there are about a dozen of us. I love them all. I was going through my old poetry files and I came across this one. Well this is half of this one. I say half because it was a collaboration, and while I don't remember exactly where my words cut off and hers began, I think this is all my own original work. Her name was Kristen. She and her buddy Melanie (not sure about that name) started AWC. They were teenagers at the time.I hope they are both doing well. They gave me a gift of some extremely special friends I will cherish my whole life. Cheers and Enjoy! Casey NO ONE LEFT TO GREET The moon is but a sliver My heart is but a shiver Awaiting for the maiden to reinstill the beat But alas I am alone The air as cold as stone Around every corner there whispe