My Brother
There once was a boy
his parent's pride and joy.
He was strong as an ox,
as quick as a fox.
He was bundles of fun,
an expert with the gun.
School wasn't the best,
but he did well on the test.
Smart as a coon,
he'd know the answer soon.
God was his number one,
his family second unto none.
He was happy and free,
could shinny up a tree.
I am happy to say,
his birthday is in May.
He happened to be
my brother, who was kind to me
~Beth
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