Mary
by
Mark Jones
She sits there at her keyboard,
and types to me each day.
She's the first thing that I look for,
when I get online to play.
If I'm in a horrid mood,
I know not to despair.
Cause with a few sweet words from her,
I will not have a care.
Yes, sweet Mary is my friend,
my friend she is indeed.
I know that she will be there,
even when I am in need.
Next time you're out there in
the realms of cyberspace,
and someone is so nice to you
a smile spreads across your face.
I would be almost tempted
to bet with you my friend,
That you have found my Mary,
who's friendhship has no end.
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