my tribe
some people retain their natural goodness
from their babyhood days, doing the right thing
these are the thinkers who wait their turn
do not jump in and correct people or overpower other’s thoughts
by interrupting, cajoling, teasing, or being devil’s advocate
I like these people. they are included in my tribe
I know ten of them; they are my posse
they are wholesome and kind
often do not get along with each other
but they all like me
that is what I have to go on
and count on
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