MayberryA Poem by Eddywardsjust a sad/happy poem about my brother
My brother
He loved Rascal Flatts And I know, Even if he never told me, That he dreamed of something Like Mayberry It was his favorite song Well He met Misty A nice sweet funny girl She’s an Okie Who lived in Arizona He fell for her and soon enough they were together A few years past And she wanted Oklahoma And he wanted her They visited And I knew he loved it By the way he talked of it And the sparkle in his eye A year later She moved there To stay He stayed To get the money to fallow And in October I saw him Board that Greyhound To get to His Love His whish His dream And although I miss Him His jokes His laugh His voice His presence I’m just glad that he finally found His Mayberry © 2009 EddywardsAuthor's Note
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