Brothers

Brothers

Brothers, there are all kinds.
None could compare to my booger,
Through my eyes he is ten feet tall.
Some brothers have small minds,
No others compare, he's a hugger.
Mine will never let me fall.

As they come this one is great,
His arms are wings I am sure.
He loves to tease me lovingly,
That our meeting was fate.
His beautiful soul is pure,
Though his mind operates blondely.

For all I am worth I love him,
He has found me lost in the world.
This Texan likes challenges,
In my stride a bounce, the cause him.
He can tickle me until my toes are curled,
And still my love for him never changes.

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