When My Brother Went To Jail

It was sometime in April
I was playing outside
Hangin with my brother friends
One wanted to go for a ride

As they started to leave
One saw on the side of out house
Someting frightfull to any trouble maker
Her eyes, as if shed seen a mouse

She turned to tell my brother
The horror around the corner
With fear in her expression
The pork was ready for him to order

They drove up to the house
My brother tried to hide
But they were sure to find him
For the law he didnt obide

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poem by Jazzy Thomson
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