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Sep 2
My brother and I were walking along.
Talking with laughs and lines.
It was a clear day as I remember it.
Everything was fine.
It's cool he said as we wandered along.
I said I was a fool..
For not bringing a coat with me that clear April day.
He put his knuckle in the top of my head and said,
"Don't EVER call ANYone a fool!"
09/01/24 - My head still hurts. Nobody's perfect...
Drab
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