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Behold, How Good And Pleasant It Is For Brethren To Dwell Together In Unity.
1.
As a big brother, you grow up an oppressor.
Your very presence compresses the air
In the little one’s chest.
They bellow their displeasure,
The oppressed, expressing every hurt,
Blurting the measure
Of each Pascal of pressure you exert.
2.
We used to fight all the time,
For a decade or more we waged war.
Life was an Itchy and Scratchy car...
Tuesday 21st May 2024 10:34 am
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