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What kind of friends do you have? Are they the ones who strengthen your resolve, or the ones who hold you back? In my class we read the narrow road of the interior, which is interlaced with many haiku poems. I thought I would finish off the experience with my own poem. 

Touching the bright moon
We have few limits, but friends
Anchoring us down.

Are your friends good or bad in this poem?

Comments

  1. Laura,

    You stopped by my blog and told me about the phrase "emerging-teen" books. I like that so much. Thanks for giving me the heads up and for visiting my blog.

    Best,
    Lois

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  2. Laura,

    Sorry to bug you again, but I meant to ask you where you got that terminology? Did you come up with it or did you see it somewhere?

    Lois

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