Big Bro

My brother is like a car
you never know if he is going right or left.
He comes home early all the time,
And eats up all the food like a starving guy.
Always comes to me for advice
Even when he not always nice.
He might be older than me,
changing faster than me,
or even smarter than me,
but he will always be my big brother.

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