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She's what I long to be. God brought her to me. Beautiful, loving and kind. I'm happy to call her mine. Daughter my parents never had. To have her I'm so glad. She knows just what to say. No matter what, come what may. Best friend to call my own. But the coop she already has flown. So her wisdom she passes on. We have a special "sibling" bond. Although not the same descent. And our relationship recent. I am proud to call her. My favourite older sister.
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
Sister
She's what I long to be. God brought her to me. Beautiful, loving and kind. I'm happy to call her mine. Daughter my parents never had. To have her I'm so glad. She knows just what to say. No matter what, come what may. Best friend to call my own. But the coop she already has flown. So her wisdom she passes on. We have a special "sibling" bond. Although not the same descent. And our relationship recent. I am proud to call her. My favourite older sister.
Cheesy poem for my sister Terrin❤️
coming-undone
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
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