<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Oh Brother, Who Knows!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brother, <br>She could be doing anything right now—<br>She could be making love, <br>But she’s probably serving domestic beers<br>To the undergraduate boys who come in<br>To get drunk on her.<br>They don’t have a chance….</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brother, <br>She could be doing anything right now—<br>She could be on her pink tricycle <br>Ringing her bell up and down frat row, <br>Trying to draw the attention of the ice-cream truck, <br>Because she has a craving for praline….</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brother, <br>She could be doing anything right now, <br>But who knows….<br>She said I shouldn’t feel this way toward her, <br>Or anyone, who I haven’t seen for most of a decade; <br>I shouldn’t think about the ways she goes<br>But, brother, how can she know—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh Brother, <br>How can she know the ruby fire<br>She ignites in your soul? <br>How can she know the singing rivers<br>Of sunlight her name brings when spoken out loud—<br>Even God sings when he walks into her bar<br>To sit down and buy a round after a hard day’s hangover<br>For all the good Catholic boys who bat their eyes<br>At her in choreographed Christianity? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh Brother, <br>How can she know<br>The way her amber hair flows—<br>Oh, the way her amber hair flows<br>Curling, curling like lovers around<br>Lips, fingers, and toes….<br>So when we just look at her, <br>Around, around the world goes….</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh Brother, <br>How can she know<br>The way my heart goes, swimming<br>Silently around her too afraid to approach—<br>I’ve unbuttoned my shirt for her and stood there bared<br>Waiting for her stare to tattoo my heart, <br>But she’s a mighty fare Clair<br>Running about in the world, <br>Changing to water and trees whenever no one is looking, <br>Whenever she fancies, <br>But I’m not supposed to think of these things<br>Because I don’t know her….</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, Oh Brother, <br>Who knows!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567230" data-title="Oh Brother, Who Knows! de Bret R. Crabrooke" data-description="Brother, She could be doing anything right now— She could be making love, But she’s probably serving domestic beers To the undergraduate boys who come in To get drunk on her. They don’t have a chance…. Brother, She could be doing anyth..."></div> </div> </div>

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