My brother, a man I haven't seen in many a year
Is coming to town, or so I hear
He'll meet all my friends
And probably hate every last one
Then he'll try to make amends
And improve my shot with a gun
We'll go to the range
And fire away
We'll lay on the ground
And sniff all the hay
But I doubt my parents
Would let us go
Because, by then
There will be snow
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Poetry (The beginning)
PoetryHey, I've been working on some poetry for a couple months now, and I recently decided to post it on Wattpad, so here it is... But first, some things of importance: 1. Everything in the book is mine, I did not steal anything, and if anyone helps me o...
