Nothing like a big sis
Inviting me to your shack
Keeping your eye on me
Watching my back
I want to say thanks
How to do it?
So I will write something
Maybe it will fit
All the times you scream
When I poke your sides
Sitting on your couch
Until the sun dies
Those were good times
They are what I know
As I leave this place
Onward I will go
But you will be remembered
As another great sister
And if you ever need something
Just ask this mister
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My Poetry, my relief of the repetitiveness of everyday. When inspired by life, deprived of happiness, or motivated by love, I put my thoughts here.
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