I do not claim adept early poetry, but this is the earliest surviving piece — and perhaps my first. After combing through the archive, we’ll see if anything predating this gem survived the wreckage.
I offer it here again as proof of consistency of impulse over a lifetime. Apparently, at eight or nine years old, I was already contemplating the dynamics of diplomacy.
Friend
My Friend
Hi friend
A friend
We’re friends
Friend
Friendship
Friendly
Friendliness
Now,
Doesn’t that sound
Better than
Enemy?
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