Porcelain friends, sitting on the shelf,
Never think bad things about your self
They never contradict you, they never disagree
They make better friends than me, I see
Though strong opinions they’re prone to lack,
Still, every duck has a different quack
That’s not cheep talk, simply a fact
And I think most ducks are glad of that.
You and I have different voices
That voice annoyance at each other’s noises
But it so happens that voicing one’s druthers
Helps sisters and brothers tell each from the other
I won’t just stare as you admire me,
Bright smile affixed, happy to see
That we think alike, to an alarming degree
A porcelain friend I never will be.

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