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My Brother John

December 1, 2008
By Anonymous

My Brother is like a gentle bird flying in the prairie
His eyes are as sharp as an eagle talon going for his prey
His hands are as gentle as a feather that is fresh from a bird
His senses are like I have never known about
His heart holds peace, patience, and love that is as pure as a blue crystal
He lives in his own little creation that is from him creating and he eats almost everything that he needs



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