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A short Poem
I made this up with my brother (eighteen months younger) right next to me. Most of it is true... exept the last part... maybe. :twisted:
Whine My Brother Oh, brother Whining next me Please Please Please He screeches I hold my hands to my head I’ve told him no Again and again Does that stop him? Duh, no My mother isn’t home yet If she was he would stop But she doesn’t get here till 6 So I must endure another hour of Please Please Please For his sake, I hope six comes fast Cuz, if it doesn’t I might have to accidentally Hit him… Oops… To late. No really... I didn't hurt him. :lol: I do that a lot, but not this time.... :twisted: |
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