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Imaginary Friends

Lucky for us, both six and seven
are famously superstitious, a pair
of the superstars in lucky number-dom.

And so we went from a phalanx of six
to a bulwark of seven?  Was that what
happened?

I never had imaginary friends as a child.
Not that I know of.  Unless one typically
counts a pet rock or either of the Chronicles

of Narnia. And those had heft, which
imaginary famously does not.  But this isn’t
1971, now, is it?  Serious question, that, so

don’t close your eyes just yet, please.  My
story!  (His story?)  (Oh, shut up!)  So, as
stated somewhere above, at around three

in the afternoon one ,Eastery day inhabiting the 

life of a three year old I found and befriended
a cool smooth rock went by the name of

Jerry for some sixty more years, could be
more (Does anyone still call you Jerry, Jerry?).
Or did we finally run out of our anthropomorphized

breakfasts?  But here are some facts, this just in, etc.:

I hear it’s easier to train a bunch of orphaned rats to 

be the world’s best military than to find enough

humans to build a decent phalanx.  Or bulwark.
But some people lie to you.  So, fool or no fool,
you won’t find me with just a back-up trio of

wannabe solo artists, nosirree!  See this
muscle?  Better yet, come check it out.  Feel it.  

That’s right, the phantoms and hotbots, 

our world’s best harmonizers (in my humble 

opinion) are bulking up!