
This is a poem about my sister
The day you were born was no richer,
That's the day I became your sister.
You were their to share life's care,
While I was their to show you my teddy bears.
We get mad or begin to fight,
But thats the fun part of a sister.
We always think were right!
We will always cry and pout,
But atleast we don't get kicked out.
I would now remember the bond we had,
The bond of a sister
This is a poem about my little sister.
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