by Farasi

Right handed in the rain 
started from scratch and 
Seemed the younger 
Brother always a few 
Steps behind and to the 
Left a dozen years ago 
But now what's left 
Uncut fled by the 
Maggots in the milk
Pail nonsense is his 
Favorite voice he hears 
Her colors on every 
Spring breeze.  

George by Farasi

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