You weren't always nice to me,
I wasn't always nice to you.
You've broken my heart,
And you've put it back together.
You taught me baseball
And basket ball, too.
My first best friend
And my first best enemy.
I remember everything.
From mud fights to snow fights,
Late nights and Saturday morning cartoons.
The good days and the bad.
I love you, brother.
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Feelings Out in the Open
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