quality trumps quantity
and social scopes
narrow over time
age attenuates our tribes
of those who care but little
and I cannot regret
the whittling away
of fair weather friends
through heartaches
and hardships
for i've been blessed
with the best
who are amazing and astound
when chips are down
who pick me up
when i fall to ground
who save me when
by life near drowned
the greatest group
that can be found
and I'm the luckiest girl around
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