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Apr 2016
The day my baby sister came
They all forgot 'bout me!
Her tiny little hands and feet
Were all that she could see

She only had to burp or yawn
To hear them Ahhhhhh and Oooooh
I might as well have packed my bags
And moved to Timbuktu

I'm only five years old you see
But Shelly's just five days
She has this face that's oh so sweet
She's sneaky in her ways

And so I sneak to take revenge
She'll simply have to go
I look and see enormous eyes
It hits me and I know

This girl's my baby sister
I'll forgive her all her noise!
I guess that once she's old enough
We'll even share my toys

There's just one thing I just won't do
I'll never change her diaper!
The things I've seen and smelled down there ...
I'd rather change a viper!
(Fictional)
Lonely Girl
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Lonely Girl  32/F/England
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