My twin brothers. Personal stuff.
With apologies to William S.
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
My brothers went to fight a war,
And never came back again.
Now that l’ve come to man’s estate,
I tell my brothers every day –
‘Don’t go! Don’t go!
‘Please won’t you stay!’
But it’s all too late, too late, too late.
And they wouldn’t have listened anyway.
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