What a character, I have always been
Man-Oh-Man ..... Could I get into trouble
There is no way
I could possibly have a double
When they were done making me
They broke the mold
Well, that's the story
My mother always told
Now I'm not one to argue
With what my mother said
And I'm not about to make up things
Or false stories, spread
But, You're My Friend, SO much like ME
Don't you find that odd?
I KNOW that mold was used one more time
'Cause we're just Two Peas In A Pod!
I think it's wise to say, the mold was broken
The world can't take any more of US
No truer words, ever spoken!!
This was written years ago, for my dear friend, Leith ...
We have been friends fifty years.
A few years ago she gave me
a little ceramic pea pod and when you open it up,
there's two little peas in it.
So, if YOU have a friend like I have,
be sure to send this page to them.
Original Poem © 6/4/04 - Revised 11/10/09
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Original & Revised Versions were written by
Kathryn Sunday Davis
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