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THE TWINS
HUGHES AND HOUSTON MOREHEAD
(THREESCORE)
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Sometimes, I long for days of your,
When you and I were barely four;
In small world, we'd live again,
And dream of being famous men.
We'd once again hear Mother sing,
Ad hear hr tell of David's sling;
She tucked us in our bed each night,
And referee our pillow fights.
There was a dozen in our brood,
I had hoped to build a 'neighborhood' -
A famous doctor I would be -
And strive to make you proud of me.
Each morning, when we proud of me.
Each morning, when we broke our fast,
I feared the biscuits, wouldn't last;
I'd always slip an extra spare,
And hide it by my favorite chair.
When you were sick and lay abed -
My childish hear at, was filled with dread;
I could not bear to leave your side,
So books and school, were cast aside.
Again when illness, came your way,
I ran for Uncle Dan to pray;
I never shall forget that hour,
When you were touched, by holy power.
When you left home for Bible school,
I practiced now - The Golden Rule -
To let you stay the whole year thru,
I prayed and sent some shekels, too.
Your milestone now has reached three-score,
I hope that you have many more;
My love, for you, is like no other,
Because you are my Twin and Brother.
***Hughes Morehead is 'Grandma' Morehead's husband.
He is called Grandpa Morehead. Both Grandma and
Grandpa Morehead have passed on to the Lord. They were
in their 90's at the time. They are dearly missed.
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