morning solitaire

I’m making friends both left and right;
why feeling so alone this morn?
Loved ones surround – I hold them tight;
I’m making friends both left and right.
All in reach – ne’er out of sight
Yet here I am bereft, forlorn
I’m making friends both left and right;
why feeling so alone this morn?

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