We call him Buggy for no reason at all,
An enormous voice for someone so small.
Eyes that smile and surfer's blonde hair,
Grass stained clothing only a five-year-old would wear.
His infectious laugh causing me to cry,
Absolutely hilarious without having to try.
The oldest and youngest get along best, I guess,
Except in my room when he makes a huge mess.
My favorite being on this earth,
So lucky to know him since the day of his birth.
And there for him, I'll always be,
To love and hug and laugh with me.
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