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The
circle of love
begins at birth,
Fragile as a
flower...
The circle widens
every day,
Moment, by minute,
And then by hours.

Time
will pass, and
things transpire...
The circle of love
will be tested by
fire...
But, fragile as this
flower seems...
It's circle is
unbroken...
Strongly standing
for the ones,
It's loyalties
unspoken.

Circle your friends
with love,
And all your family
too...
For when the circle
grows that way,
The world is your
friend too!

©
Denise Lanford
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