After years of trial and error
I have become capable of wizard’s math:
I can count
on my fingers and toes
who loves me
as I am...
and that
my friends
is pure magic
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Copyright © 04/15/2024 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.
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So true! Real friends are a few!
Sometimes, it's better to have a small circle of friends. There's just so many backstabbers and fake people out there.
Few things are harder to learn than who we can trust. Once we have cast our pearls the swine are easy to identify. This is a lovely and hopeful poem!