Tuesday, 24 March 2015

Slice #25: Friends

It started with one,
Few months later there were two.

Before the second came,
The first and I were crazy.
We screamed and shouted,
Running and jumping,
All over the place.
The air filled with laughter and joy.

Once the second came,
I enjoyed the fun we had,
We talked and cheered.
Sitting and waving our arms,
All over the place.
A quiet friendship.

Two of different personalities,
Who knew the two would get along,
But really they didn't.

And I stood there watching,
Coming in sometimes,
Just to make sure,
They didn't pull eachother's hair.


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