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The Poet’s Jealous Brother
The Poet’s Jealous Brother The poet sat beside his desk, He knew the end was near, He wanted to write one final poem, For a friend he held so dear. His brother watched with jealous eyes, His heart was filled with spite, He couldn’t stand the lovely words, His brother loved to write.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about 11 hours ago in Poets










