2-10-98

There is a dear lady on the internet
Who is my friend ... though we have not met
She can make me feel better with a simple hi
And cheer me up when I am about to cry.

She always greets people with a sincere hi
And tries to make them feel better before they say bye
She's compassionate, caring, loving and kind
To have her for a friend is a wonderful find.

She is loved by many, respected by most
Of her accomplishments she does not boast
If you are a survivor and need to talk
She is right there, so do not balk

She helps those she can and listens real well
What she hears ....she does not tell
So don't be afraid to talk to my friend
Maybe she'll be yours too in the end.

She isn't perfect, wouldn't want her that way
She speaks her mind when she has something to say
I love her dearly..... even when I find
Her occasionally acting like a horses behind.

She helps us feel safe, warm and secure
And bans the bad guys quickly, you can be sure
When you are down and need someone to care
She will let you join her in her comfy blue chair

So my dear friend from the internet
Here's the poem I owe you from losing that bet
I hope someday soon to honestly say I have met
My wonderful friend whom I call Jet.

We love you, Jet.

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