[Carey's little brother sees him writing a poem.]
Carey's Brother:
Hee-hee-hee. Who's Cheryl?
Carey:
No one you'd know. A model.
Carey's Brother:
"I wake up with the sun, bright and new. I listen to the sun, and the early morning dew." Dew doesn't make any noise.
Carey:
What? Look, it's my poem, I can write what I like.
Carey's Brother:
Just trying to help. If I was you I'd stick to drawing.
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