When My Brother Was Little

When my brother was little, he let Webster out.

Then he tried to get him back by waving the

broom about.

When my brother was little, I saw him swing my cat Cassius

around, and around by his tail and when he, let go the cat

sailed.

He was just being a little boy, and he had two sisters to enjoy!

A few years later, I watched my brother drop my other cat named

Patch out an open window and in the background played Placido

Flamingo (Domingo).

Words Are Words

I just know that words are words, but I need to look them up if it’s a verb or perhaps any other type of word.

Though nouns and plurals are easy enough to remember I found, and it is so true that doing words are too.

Also, taking an interest in the things that surround us can make us more appreciative of the things that stay around us.

I once told my Mum, that I wished that I’d finished my first story ages ago. Then I would have finished this story which would’ve made it pages ago.

She just told me that some people are like that from the very start but that doesn’t mean that it’s okay for you to RIP your story apart.

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