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The Tribe - Form of the Week : Trivail

The Tribe

Only son,
four grandkids create my sun.

Babies done,
sisters, three and brother, one.

Family
love, fears, laughter, always we.

Rebel teens
support younger boy and tween.

Have your back,
should never attack the pack.

Lots of fun
gather, share, the day is won.

Fill my world,
a joyful
legacy.
          ~~jvg

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Trivail   without the repeating one word throughout. Oh well, I can't stay within the perameters every time. That's why they call them tools not rules.

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