Epithet to my Brother

October 28, 2010
By , Newmarket, Canada
As my mother held me,
she thought about killing me.
When my father first heard about me,
he took a jog and never came back.
As I ate my dinner,
a stranger made the preparations to poison me.
As I sat in my home,
I was taken hostage.
The moment I walked out the front door
The paperboy delivered a fatal blow
with the newspaper he threw at me

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