To my brother:
OH, my dear sibling,
The one with the poor scribbling,
I am thankful to ye,
For all You've done for me,
When I was down,
You got rid of my frown,
By giving me advice,
Even though you weren't always nice,
But you always knew what to say,
And now I hope, I pray,
That the rest of your life,
You enjoy your newfound wife,
So here the poem must end,
And I thank thee for being a friend,
So its goodbye until later,
Better hurry, I'm not a good waiter.
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To my older Brother Dustin
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lol, it is poems like that that make me sometimes wish i wasn't an only child, but then now i would be the older one, lol, keep it flowing
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