| Sister by anonymous A poem for a sister who has found true love, and desires that in everything existing above that a feeling so dear, and warm to her heart extends to the man in which she's given her hand in lovely wedded bliss. A poem for a sister, I truly love, and remember sitting on the edge of my bed. Oh, the woes of childhood and fisty fights, the idea of the thought we would never grow up. Little Sister, your time has come, and you wear a real dress with a diamond ring. Your future is bright and lies straight ahead, leading towards a path with no end in sight. |
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