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The youngest in our clanRed haired like dad
Left handed like me
Given two nicknames
Little red and Mini-Kurt
Growing up he was really spoiled
My dad's favorite son
Actively into baseball, football
One heck of a first baseman
Had a good career going
Until we moved and life changed
He was forced to start at the bottom again
Life turned worse for a while
He got into drugs thanks to our brother
But not for very long
He has a touch of insanity and bitterness
Holds his feelings inside
Boy can he hold a grudge
His life has gotten better, sort of
He's now married and has a daughter
But he's forced to be in the middle
Between our family and his wives
I love my brother very much
But he treats me as though I were
Some sort of babbling idiot
No respect for me at all
Now it's rubbing off on his daughter
I hope it changes soon
I pray that God blesses him mightily
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