Scott Stanley Davis (Indianapolis, Indiana)
My little Brother
I have a brother and he is like no one other, he is bright and upright and can sing like Brian Mcknight; He is a father and thought life's many plights and slights and even smites, But has prevailed and never has been derailed. He has the coolness of a professor and is a great assessor and not a bad dresser: As an older brother I was built a little longer but my little brother has always been the stronger; He fought anyone who came in conflict with me, he would depict and afflict and eventually restrict by any means. If you value loyalty then he it would be, as a married man, he is his wife loyal friend, as a son his father elevated him as a man, and loved his mother like no one can; to add to all this is is faith, for he believe's in Jesus name, who's number in the Greek is eight; he has never let knowledge stand still nor understanding go to far uphill. Now in his older age, he has many revelations in prophecies I would say, and hopes to finish his live as they for-say, for me as brothers and as friends to the end is a guaranty and my potpourri..
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