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For My Brother...I had an operation, For a tumour on my head, I had to have my hair shaved off, This is what me brother said: 'You look just like... A bird that's in its plume!' He's a cheeky thing, my brother, So I chased him from the room! When I came home from hospital, T'was around the second week, My brother was insistent... And to shave his head did seek! So I wont be conspicuous, We two walked round the same, I think he's great - he's my best mate, And Berni is his name! Now although the time has past, And we've both a head of hair, I'll always be sentimental, For the way he shaved 'his' hair! Not many would do that, And I think that you'll agree? So while I have the chance, I'd like to say, 'thanks' from me! He's A Brother In A Million! And I'm So Glad He's Mine! Now That's What I Call Support!!! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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