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Rilee Mckibben Poem
I want a brother who’s funny.
Wait, don’t I already have one
I want a brother who’s smart.
You could say I do!
I want a brother who’s sarcastic.
I totally don’t have that kind of brother ;D
I want a brother who’s handsome.
I kind of do :D
I want a brother who doesn’t always fight with me.
Do I have one of those brothers?
I want a brother who’s caring.
Yep, I have a brother like that!
I want a brother who’s talented.
That’s my brother, no doubt!
I want the best brother in the world.
Well that’s not gonna happen,
because he’s already mine :)
Copyright © Rilee Mckibben | Year Posted 2016
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Rilee Mckibben Poem
Asher had dashed into the classroom,
late as usual, arriving breathlessly,
in the middle of the chanting of the morning anthem.
“I apologize for inconveniencing,
my learning community,”
Asher ran through the standard apology phrase rapidly,
still catching his breath.
A final decision, a terrible punishment,
an overwhelming statement of failure.
“I apologize to my classmates,”
Asher concluded.
“We accept your apology, Asher.”
The class recited the standard response in unison.
Many of the students were biting their lips to keep from laughing.
He had hung his head with guilt and embarrassment.
Copyright © Rilee Mckibben | Year Posted 2016
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