I miss the
warm summer nights
and old Kenny Rogers
albums my parents played
when they thought that
Benn and I weren't listening.
And we, Brothers Eternal,
would share a look and
maybe a smile and
continue playing in the
evening heat. The endless
feeling of those days
haunts me still. The
timelessness of sunset
and youth, summer days
that stretched themselves
into forever, innocent and
heartfelt laughter, and the joy
of a rainy day, are all somehow fled
now. They are precious
memories as life gets a
little bit harder each day.
But, as Kenny said "every
hand's a winner, and every
hand's a loser." And I
know that in the end, I want to
win.

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