Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Poem

It's always a good time when you're around
i think it's impossible for you not to be loud
you're heard through out the whole town
it's ok though, i wouldn't have it any other way

It's crazy you're growing up so fast
protective over you like a cast
especially since you're the last
of 3 kids

Whatever you do, you do it well
you're the focus of attention, like a ringing bell
you never get bitter
it's a pleasure to call you my little sister



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