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A poem to my brother, George. |
| To: George Life, a voyage Through the sea Where you sail to different stages of life It takes you through the rain, Storms Strong Winds Difficult Times Sometimes during those times You can get stuck It makes me sad To see you struggling While You’re stuck in the middle Of this voyage Called life And that you are calling, Calling for help. Don’t worry Dear brother Ill sail myself to you And save you from this Place You’ve been caught in. |