How can it be that three such friends are blest
With symmetry sublime, doth fit with grace?
What joy, when maketh bonds, that do they see
Such lives so delicately interlace?
So beautifully sinful are they pressed
As each to one another, as they dance;
Yet faithful, and sublime felicity,
Doth somehow over all and each advance.
When first I saw them, to myself, professed
That they, with all my strength, would I protect;
And swore, to this, an oath of secrecy
An any, give me aid, must needs respect;
And thank Whate’er professéd deity
Who brought to light these blesséd, lucky, three.
David Emeron: Sonnets 
So clearly united in purpose and joys. I have a fondness for these three and you write about them well.
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Yeah! The lucky three again!
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I know : ) and they keep calling out to me.
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Three is definitely a charm!
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This was a bit of whimsy written about three characters in a story I wrote some time ago. It reads as though it were written by one of the three.
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