Some come, some go.
Some fit, most don't.
Some fit, most don't.
Lay them aside,
Look for others.
There's not enough room;
You can't befriend everyone.
But those that stick around,
Hold onto tight.
Pick the ones that fit.
Don't try to fit the ones you pick.
An outstretched hand
Could be friend or foe.
Be careful who you trust.
Wolves look like sheep.
July 8, 2013
~RDP
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