Real Family Love
My mother will always love me, though it
May look like we fight like cats and dogs, we
never would we ever slap, punch, throw things, or hit
find solutions by talking privately
My father will always love me, though it
May look like we are becoming dieted
we even go out for banana splits
He has shown me how I should be treated
My brother will always love me, though it
Looks like he is trying to be cool he,
We always make time to stay closly knit,
He reminds me to communitcate, b!
I will always make time for my family
We will never lose family morality
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