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A poem about changing friendships.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Friendship - Words: 47 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3062427
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It started with a mother's voice
telling us to meet.
Everything passed with a whir,
our heads in the clouds.
Now it seems by choice
that we all rarely greet.
Instead we stand on a cliff as everything unfurls,
because twos company and threes a crowd.
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