Family
Family is here, family is there, but do you really want family everywhere?
Mom folds clothes, Dad trims his toes, and brothers we don't even know.
My dog leaves us all kinds of things and I end up cleaning these.
Once you think about it they are really quite fine, but what do I know I'm only nine!
Copyright © Elizabeth Gonner | Year Posted 2008
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