we the three brothers

Three

When I was younger we the three brothers

Would do the same blunder

We the three brothers

 would put the same stress on our single mother

We the three brothers

Would cry the same and be smothered

With more love than we could fathom

We the three brothers 

Would harass our single mother

For what we thought were treasures

We the three brothers.

 
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chace

VT

19 years old

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