Whether, Weather, Whatever.

They say good things come in threes

That’s The Power of Three

So where does that leave me?

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You see

I have three sisters

All in their 30’s

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One is actually 33

And was also the third one to be born

I’m the fourth

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The only boy who is 24-years-old

Every picture we took as a family

Years ago

I always made sure I stood on top of my tippy toes

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Heck sometimes I even wore their heels or boots like a dunce

Just to see what it was like

To tower over a girl for once

Or at least be the same height

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But as the years flew by

I pretty much stood the same height

I’m 24 now and I’m proud to say

That when they tease me

Till this day

I don’t cry

Well maybe some tears are still held inside.

Haha.

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I mean, one of my sisters wears glasses

And the other two don’t see eye to eye

With me

So they really are like the Three Blind Mice

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I guess I’m the fourth mic–

Mouse...

Ugh, I shouldn’t have wrote this in pen

I was planning to let them read this when I got back to the house

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It’s starting to get a little brisk

On this park bench

So I should probably end with this:

Whether it’s Three Coins in a Fountain

Like the fountain in this park

Three Angles in a Triangle

I’ve always been better at math than you guys

Geometry, specifically

Three pieces in a Three Piece Suit

I look doggone good in a black suit too

Black is one of my favorite colors

I got that from all of you.

Three Parts to the Personality: Id, Eg-

Let’s be honest, you guys really caused me to have such an inflated ego.

Or even Three Trimesters in a Pregnancy

Did I mention that they all have kids?

I’m an uncle of nine!

I do not kid.

Heh, get it?

I do not kid cause I, myself,

Do not have any ki–

Nevermind.

Just remember this:

It takes three to get ready

And four to go

There are three stars in Orion’s Belt

You three are my stars, Fa sho’

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You three are my rocks

Igneous, Metamorphic, and Sedimentary

Tough like an old sock

The things I’ve learned from y’all – plenty

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I sit here on this rustic bench

Writing about whether

While the weather rusts the bench

It becoming more weathered

I reminisce upon all the times we had together

And for the next time

A silly tease comes by

In regards to my height

Or about mistakes when I write

I’ll say what I’ve always said:

“Whatever.”

– A.J.