He is a funny one, who understands
Only, he is away moving
When he listens, it comes in hand
Even when he does his doing.
He does what he does, very loud.
He is so smart, it becomes unbareable.
What can I say? He is definitley not, a cloud.
Nor is he all that terrible .
He is one of many, great loves.
He is, my favorite cousin.
So pure, like a black dove
Especially, if he's one of more than a dozen.
Yet, I still love him
Everything he does is not for him, but them
