She lives real far away and yet,
For her I have a great affection;
There’s an absolute connection.
If
I passed her on the street,
We likely wouldn’t get to meet
For how she looks, I have no clue;
Her avatar will have to do.
We likely wouldn’t get to meet
For how she looks, I have no clue;
Her avatar will have to do.
And
since that is a dragonfly,
It won’t help me identify
This poet from the Isle of Man
I’ve come to treasure, dear sweet Jan.
It won’t help me identify
This poet from the Isle of Man
I’ve come to treasure, dear sweet Jan.
Her
verses are a joy to read,
The humour almost guaranteed
And many on the Soup receive
Supportive comments she does leave.
The humour almost guaranteed
And many on the Soup receive
Supportive comments she does leave.
We
Soupers are a lucky crew
But if you’re in the favored few
Who call Jan Allison a friend,
You’ll understand the poem I’ve penned.
But if you’re in the favored few
Who call Jan Allison a friend,
You’ll understand the poem I’ve penned.
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