Her Brother

November 24, 2008
By Victoria Reagan, Kennebunk, ME

A child came, knocking on the door
Dressed in lace, it sweep the floor
Bright Red hair, piercing blue eyes
The way he talked, it mesmerized
He asked if he could come in
My face was shocked with chagrin
For my house was a complete mess
But this child looked very distressed
So I let him in a bit wary
For this situation was a bit hairy
You see my mother laid upstairs

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