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This poem is really not pd related, except that some recent threads have been discussing the romantic life (or lack thereof!) of a single PWP. Thought some of ya might enjoy this. This was inspired by a friend of a friend, who was on a mission: TWENTY-EIGHT I once knew of a girl Who upon turning twenty-eight Ceaselessly told all within earshot Of her great need for a mate According to her perspective Time was rapidly growing late For again, as she reminded us She was now twenty-eight The importance of this subject Which none dared to debate Was of such great magnitude That I could not possibly relate It would seem that to remain single Would perhaps be my own fate For I could barely remember When I'd last had a date I too in some respects Would again like to participate In the universal game of Love But I am willing to wait I am not at all tempted To succumb to the bait Allowing doubt and insecurity My own choices dictate My personal desire Is foremost to create A life which will nourish my soul And that of my future soul-mate *Wendy Tebay