First Years

My exploration here

Gave me some friends

Some whose character would endear

to you when looking through a lens

 

But they really

are friends to me

They who help me fly freely

without a fee

 

Perhaps

This are what they call a friend

When others attack and you collapse,

They help you defend

 

Perhaps this the world beyond

To which they forced me to respond

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