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"Easton Brother"

A special title given

That I do not take so light

For those both true and driven

In whose presence I delight

Hearts that I crashed in to

Or have slowly come to know

Connect by what we’ve been through

Little friendships start to grow

Sometimes I take slow, long walks

Through this garden we call life

Listening to inner talks

Caught in troubled thoughts and strife

And I come across a space

That once was dry and bare

Now filled with exuberance and grace

And I feel bound to stop and stare

Never cease to wonder

With the blessings I’m bestowed

That God has got my number

Because my garden’s overflowed