My going to the doctor is sort like this flower very pretty but when you get close to it has a bad smell. I get to visit with brother which I have always loved to do but then I get to the clinic and all the stuff I don't like start. That is the stinky part. My brother has always been a joy to me. He could make me laugh and he is entertaining at all times and now he has become a comfort and support to me in my old age.
My sisters wrote him poems on his birthday . I can not write poetry but I can tell you my brother is a poem!
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That's a great tribute, Patsy, to your brother on his birthday.
I hope it didn't hurt too much at the doctor's office and that you and your brother laughed all the way home.
The marigold's are beautiful.
You are blessed to have such a brother. I don't like Dr. appointments either and have one today at 4pm. I don't have a brother to go with me, so I invited the Lord.
He is a joy to all of us. We all hold him dear in our hearts.
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