Friends Are Apparitions - Poem by Patti Masterman
Friends are apparitions,
Now here, now gone, you see;
Don't go thinking that you'll have
The same, for eternity.
Acquaintances the blow-flies are,
That mass upon the rim;
All fly away, the first strong breeze-
They come and go on whim.
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