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Janet Murray sent this poem. I don't know the author or title, but its message comes through clearly:

I have a new delightful friend, I'm almost in awe of her;
When we first met I was impressed, by her bizarre behavior.

That day I had a date with friends, we met to have some lunch;
Mae had come along with them, all in all ... a pleasant bunch.

When the menus were presented, we ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups;
Except for Mae who circumvented, and said, "Ice-cream, please. Two scoops."

I was not sure my ears heard right, and the others were aghast;
"Along with heated apple pie," Mae smiled, completely unabashed.

We tried to act quite nonchalant, as if people did this all the time;
But when our orders were brought out, I did not enjoy mine. 

I could not take my eyes off Mae, as her pie ala-mode went down;
The other ladies showed dismay, they ate their lunches, and they frowned.

Well, the next time I went out to eat, I called and invited Mae;
My lunch contained white tuna meat, she ordered a parfait.

I smiled when her dish I viewed, she asked if she amused me;
I answered,  "Yes, you do, and you also do confuse me."

"How come you order rich desserts, when I feel I must be sensible?"
She laughed and said, with wanton mirth, "I am tasting all that's possible."

"I try to eat the food I need, and do the things I should;
But life's so short, my friend, indeed, I hate missing out on something good."

"This year I realized I was old," she grinned, "I've not been this old before;
So, before I die, I've got to try, those things for years I have ignored."

"I've not smelled all the flowers yet, and too many books I have not read;
There's more fudge sundaes to woof down, and kites to be flown overhead."

"There's many malls I have not shopped, I've not laughed at all the jokes;
I've missed a lot of Broadway hits, and potato chips and cokes."

"I want to wade again in water, and feel ocean spray upon my face;
Sit in a country church once more, and thank God for His grace."

"I want peanut butter every day, spread on my morning toast;
I want un-timed long-distance calls, to the folks I love the most."

"I've not cried at all the movies yet, nor walked in the morning rain;
I need to feel wind in my hair, I want to fall in love again."

"So, if I choose to have dessert, instead of having dinner;
If I should die before nightfall, you'd have to say I died a winner."

"That I missed out on nothing, that I had my heart's desire;
That I had that final chocolate mousse, before my life expired."

With that, I called the waitress over, "I've changed my mind, it seems;"
 I said, "I want what she is having, only add some more whipped-cream."


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