Poem: My brother

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My brother has always been
The biggest gift to me;
When I was alone in the world
He was brought to me by thee.

We always fight and
with names we tease;
We go to swing together
And enjoy its breeze.

Even after fighting
We share our toys;
Though he has those
Which belong to boys.

House house was played
By us together;
Making our family time
Both of us gather.

I don't know how to
describe him in words;
When he's had injury
I have always been a nurse

I want him to be
With me always;
Never to depart or
Part his ways.

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