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| Little Brother I was born and then were you, years between us, only two. brother and sister, we were close, more like brothers thought by most. Where ever I’d go, there you’d be always together you and me. If you went out I’d sneak behind, to danger’s snares, you were blind. I’d find myself protecting you. I felt it was my job to do. In everything we did compete, beating me was such a treat. When you were sick, I felt your pain if you got hurt, I felt the blame. When you were sad, I cried for you. but when you died…I wanted to. In Memory of my little brother Robert Edward Lashmit March 4, 1962- June 20, 2003 © Donna Lynn Eaton 26 Jan 2005 |
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