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Poem the quarrel
I quarreled with my brother.
I don't know what about,
One thing led to another
And some how we fell out*
The start of it was slight,
The end of it was strong,
He said we was right
I knew he was wrong!
We hated one another
The after noon turned black
Then suddenly my brother
Thumped* me on the back,
We can't go on all night
I was on the wrong.
So he was in the right.
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