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I once met a man in a boy.
He was full of life and fun being with.
With his older brother he always loved to toy,
And their relationship was quite fit.
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He was slow as a snail
yet smart as a turtle.
His brother built him tracks of rail,
So when he's older he'll in it settle.
I so love this boy and oftentimes wish he were more like me
But then I've taught him to his own man be
and any contrary doctrine he should sieve.
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Although I've known him since the day he was born
Yet everyday a stranger in him I meet.
Which leads me to the question;
How is it that with quarrels we often greet
even when we know each other's flaws?
Nevertheless him I'll always Love
For he's my boy; I gave him claws
Which he grew into and thereby loved.
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I once met a man in a boy.
He's my little brother Timothy the one I love most, my boy.
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***(L - R) My lil bro and I.***