Oct 01
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the little bigfoot

It is September 22,

It is no different of a day for most of us
But for my brother, it is quite important
He grows hair, everywhere,
And shriks to a foot less.

He will be sasquatch when he grows up, I swear
My own little brother.
And on this day, he becomes
A human magnet, beware

But this magnet, it does not attract,
It will repel you away for nine months,
Until he loses the last hair in June
He might never get a girlfriend.

My brother, though, I believe he is cool.
Because on a snowy day,
He can jump out the window in his shorts,
And roll the day away.

Mom wants him to see a specialist.
But he insists,
He just wants to live his life,
without anyone who resists