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Lori Triggs

(May 2 1967 / Middlesex General Hospital In New Brunswick)

Brother The Class Clown!


Brother The Class Clown!
By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted May 8 2006

Dedicated To My Brother.

My brother was born an accident!
He was always in accidents.

He burned his hand with a torch
Because he did not look before he was bending,
Just last week working.

He fainted with a swollen head and eyes
at the Air Force base in March,
Because he did not take any allergy medication.

He got a rusty nail in his foot
Because he did not see it.

He walked up a crane and
So he sprang his foot many years ago.

He has a broken nose,
Since I do not know when.

My brother is an accident waiting to happen!

Submitted: Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 22, 2009

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