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Saturday, November 19, 2005

In response, let's try something closer to home.

To My Brother

You talk too much, your excessive mouth
Will never keep shut
Talking does not tire you
Talking never tires you
One day I’m going to hire you
To talk yourself out

I wish you came with volume control,
Slick buttons to make you eat your words
And pouts and shouts and smart aleck-ness
(Press eject to throw them out)

One day I shall mute you and
YOU SHALL LISTEN TO ME TALK.


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