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Life With Three Older Brothers

My three brothers would sit on me Wiggling my tooth lose Pulled it out Then wanted my tooth fairy money They would make me push All three of them in a soapbox derby car They would try to swing me on a swing And make me go over the top REVENGE 1st Brother I took my brothers ant farm And emptied it on his bed Boy, he was mad 2nd Brother I took some books That was under his mattress And burned them I still don’t know what they said Boy, was he mad 3rd Brother I took some parts off his car It never ran again Boy, was he mad I left my little sister alone, she was cool

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