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Sisters

 


Wanna keep a secret?

I know the perfect place!

It's actually a person,

But she can change her face,

But she will keep you company,

And whenever in need,

She pops right out of nowhere,

And cheers you at a great speed.

Who else is she? 

But your sister,

Sisters can be demanding,

Sisters can be moody,

But whenever you need them,

They've a party at the ready.


Sisters will fight

Yes they will

But they'll own up for it

In no time but still,

They'll ask for this and that,

Push you around like a cat

But no matter what 

They will always love you.


Sisters can understand

The unfairness of mom's scoldings

They're there to give a hug,

A huge heart they're always holding

But sometimes it can rain 

And they can be cold and stony

But anyways, in the end

They're there for a huggy.


Sisters will love you,

During plight, when it's bright 

But in return, you must give 

What they ask for :D

But still...

One day sisters will be there

And say, "We're the perfect pair!"

They vanquish despair with a wink of the eye

They'll take you to the sky.

They'll help you soar high. 

They never let you cry.

Sisters are for life!


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