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MY BROTHER TIM

 

Read record labels, age of two

How he did it, Iíve no clue

 

Collected pennants as a lad

You should see how many he had

 

Played football and baseball while in school

Touch-downs and homeruns were the rule

 

In high school he was a chess master

Those who challenged faced disaster

 

Outstanding when it comes to math

Accounting always was his path

 

Dungeon Master, D & D

His adventures were for free

 

For Amway he was a distributor

His family were all contributors

 

Then he sold make-up for ladies

Even nice car seats for babies

 

Heís a wiz on the computer

Doesnít even need a tutor

 

Survived the Sylmar fire, too

Came out without repairs to do

 

But the Sylmar earthquake got him

Just a bit from top to bottom

 

He never was a trouble-maker

Instead, he is a good caretaker

 

He signed up to be a Big Brother

To the son of a single mother

 

He never leaves his house alone

Brings homemade cookies when visiting home

 

Heís a sibling like no other

Iím proud to say he is MY BROTHER