Page 1, I was always lucky to have siblings even though I\'m the middle child and picked on the most by the older ones, I had a little sister who knew how to make me laugh until I cried and would take my hand and drag me outside barefooted to just run in the rain or whatever.
Swinging on the tangles of our dreams,
Walking side by side through the darkest of times,
From the corner’s of her eyes was a gleam,
She’d laugh out loud and run and commit no crime,
I’d chase after her through the glades,
A harmony we would sing
I’d always find her in the shade
Lounging like a king
Like a tongue twister,
I was blessed to see her as my sister.
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