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I grew up on the sound of numbers

My brother speaking gibberish

Confusion dwelled, but I associated it with

His job

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He assured me he was listening

So over the chaos of

Whizzing cars and honking horns

Yelling people and loud women

Asking where they could drop a package

Over the slang of

Cool dudes begging for a ride on the truck

I talked to my brother

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Sometimes I just listened to the

Sound of UPS working

Sometimes I was so tired after school

I fell asleep, leaving him on the phone

And he got me back on weekends

Sometimes I wanted silence and

Frustration reigned when he

Told me to hold on

"Yes ma-am, is your name...?"

Subtle annoyance when someone

Was in his truck

"My little sister said 'hi'"

Became the norm

And I accepted the noise and

The chaos

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It's comforting

The sounds of my childhood as I

Got older

My brother honking his horn

In the tune of "Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?"

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I love you