FAMILY DON'T END WITH BLOOD
Challenge of the Week: A Poem: Bobby reflects on his extended family.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not even in rhyme.
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My name is Robert Singer
But Bobby's what I like
I run the Singer Salvage yard
I'll scrap ya car or bike
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I also have another job
That doesn't pay the bills
I hunt the creatures in the night
The things that stalk and kill
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That job, of course, it's dangerous
It's punishing and dark
It twists the soul and breaks the man
And leaves a stone cold heart
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But even then it's not all bad
See, I found myself some help
Two young brothers, Sam and Dean
I've known since they were whelps
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Sam's a great long lanky drink,
With a brain inside his skull
Always thinking, working hard
A caring, thoughtful soul
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Dean's a fighter, smart and strong
And loyal to a fault
With a capacity to love
Deeper than Hell's lowest vault
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So they's my boys and yeah, they're mine
Although they're not my blood
They showed this old drunk how to care
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They taught me how to love
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