I send a “how are you,” and get back a one word answer; I help rid your headache, but your mad I didn’t cure your cancer. I’m like Prancer… stuck in the back of the line, waiting for the day where I will shine and can lead the chase. But every place that I go, The East, West, Cook…and even Slowe…I receive a “no…she’s not here.” And it almost causes a tear to think that one who once brought me so much cheer I now only see once a year. Why did you all of a sudden disappear…I thought you were my peer, the other half to a friendship I held dear…why can’t your image once again be clear… This is sincere. This Howard girl keeps eluding me. And it’s confusing me. Here three weeks, gone in a day…why are you all of a sudden M.I.A?
-Dr. Thomas
Donee: Anonymous
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