Brother, Who Did It?

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Curt Robinson was working, at the Academy one day,

His twins were right beside him, they were ready for some play.

The two were into mischief, as kids will often be,

Who did it?, Is the question, heard quite frequently.

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Connor looks at Ryan, and Ryan looks right back,

Not me! They both will answer, staying right on track.

The day had gone quite smoothly, the boys were doing great,

Who did it? Had not been asked, you know it tempted fate.

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Lunchtime almost over, the three walked down the hall,

Curtis stopped for just a second, to make a quick phone call.

The twins stood there beside him, looking all around,

Who did it? We may never know, the two may go to ground.

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Just as Dad was hanging up, alarms began to ring,

The brothers both were staring, at the big red open thing.

All the people in the place, were marching right outside,

Who did it? They all wondered, nobody could decide.

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The firemen and fire trucks, came screaming to a stop,

Amidst a pair of frightened twins, and a red faced Daddy cop.

They searched throughout the building, looking to smell smoke,

Who did it? Was their question, who played this naughty joke.

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Now its almost over, the question came from Dad,

Who did it? He was asking, who did this thing so bad.

Ryan looked right over, and Connor made his bid,

He pointed at his brother, and simply said, He did!

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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 98-09-25 (172)

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