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A Friend of Mine
On my sixth Christmas
 the first Christmas I remember
 my parents bought me a dictionary
 I read it all the way through
 (my glasses were too big for my face).
 
 The summer I turned eight 
 we went to the fair where I
   rode a pony and talked to him.
 I said, “How do you do?”
 And he said ”Just fine, and you?”
 
 and when spring came
 we went to the zoo
 I had my picture taken with a 
    polar bear
 where my face was pressed
   against the glass.
 I didn't look into the camera
 In that picture.
 
 And when I turned thirteen
 my best friend was a boy with
  snow-white hair
 who saw  algebra  lighting up the
 
 page.
 we'd go to his house to get away
 from school
 the endless battle between us and
 them.
 
 All of my other friends took me to see a circus
  I thought 
 But instead I was made into a sideshow
 next to the One-Eyed Woman and the Man who was
   sixteen inches tall
  I'd perform with them and these one-eyed giants and 
   women with arms like snakes
 became my friends.
 We used to dance with bears.
 
 The time came when the circus came to an end
 the people who came to the fair were moving on
   with their lives
 and no longer cared to see us perform.
 
 we would too.
 
 So I packed my bags in order to live in a
   human dwelling
 waving good bye to my bear friends
 and in my human dwelling I made many more friends-
   human friends-
 but they'd come and go
 with their summer jobs.
 
 I can't wait to move back into my human dwelling
 there will be new friends
 new activities
 and new classes.
 But even then, I remember my first friend-
 the boy with snow-white hair.

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