I once painted his hair blue,
Why? These are the things we do.
We invent new ways of giving "burns",
come up with evil schemes in turns.
I glued once his fingers together,
he retaliated; with glue and feather.
Once in town he pulled down my pants,
the comeback? Filling his sandwich with ants.
We play these mind games one each other,
to show that even though not brother.
The bond is strong like no other.
Cousins by blood and brothers by mind,
I believe we truly are; two of a kind.
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i completely love this poem
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Why thank you. Glad you like it
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