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I used to be a fraction
of the kid I am today.
They counted me in hours and weeks
till months were underway.

They counted me in ounces
like a boysenberry tart
and they counted me in inches
and they graphed me on a chart.

But now I’m one. I’m simply one.
I’m wholly and completely one.
   It has a sound that’s full and round.
   It makes a line that’s tall and fine.
And truth be told I’m glad that I’m
by every measure one.