For Adam
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Little Brother
There were times you pissed me off,
And times I'd hold you close.
They'd be times I'd prank you … and wait for payback.
Times you'd drop the front and I'd actually see you.
But now you're gone.
You weren't always easy to live with.
Hell, there were times I could have throttled you.
Then there were times I'd feel sorry for you.
Being that angry can't be good for the soul.
Little Brother,
Sixteen was too young to call it quits.
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Poetry is a key to the soul.