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sonnet #8 (for my brother)

we are dropped on this earth naked and confused

it's cruel that life makes us the way that we are

but in being close to you i feel that notion refused

and we laugh as we observe our world bizarre

you lend me your money, i give you my time

i feel it's an exchange of mutual love

because your precious days of rest are sublime

and when my pockets are full life fits like a glove

but alas i am poor and you've little time to spare

the way of the world is a cruel mistress indeed

but so long as we give each other trust, love and care

i feel that's all we should want for or need

there are no expectations or judgements abound

and to share this with you is a gift rarely found

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Apr 11, 2010
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