This is not the sweetest story
Ever told by my dad or I .
If you do not know where you belong ,
Someone will come along
And pick you up off the street
And help you along the way .
What do you say ,
But thank you for being there
And raising my spirits up
On this long day .
I know , I can depend on that family
Even If we do not eat
Oysters stew together any more .
I did clean up the spilled milk
And moved on
Because I know where I belong .
By Brock
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