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Entry for The Writer's Cramp |
| My Best Friend Is ME I look in the mirror and who do I see? A stranger who looks nothing like me. I twist, turn, and squint peering at that image. Was she recently involved in a nasty scrimmage? I wasn't expecting such a shocking view. The entire picture seemed to be askew. I kept on staring for what seemed like forever. And finally I knew her, for I am very clever. She's been my best friend for 72 years. Through joy, heartbreak and many fears. I realized finally that the woman I see has always been my best friend, ME! |