My Brother
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Randy McClave
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Here lies my brother,
The son of our mother.
He was no bother,
As he rests at the foot of our father.
He was a dad and a spouse,
In his shed and then in his house.
With much arguing and quibbling,
He still was our sibling.
After being mocked and ignored,
He is now with our Lord.
After many desires and quests,
Like a dormant seed he now rests.
Randy L. McClave
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