Wednesday 11th July

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It was late last night

At twenty past ten

Knocking on the door

Just look who’s here, then

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Your brother, from Spain

Flown in to Newquay

A great big surprise

We’d have to agree

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A weekend wedding

Of an old school mate

A week spent with us

Is going to be great

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I think you’d be cross

Turning up like that

Not letting us know

No message or chat

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You’d grumble and groan

Although secretly

You’d be having fun

Enjoy his company

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Just wish you were here

Brothers together

Making memories

Happy forever

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Love you sweetie

Precious Angel son

xxxxxx