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My Sister
My sister is the meanest, cruelest person that I know.
But alas, when people see her, she doesn’t let it show.
People love to tell me “she’s so perfect, she’s so kind”
But her dusty breezes have turned her victims blind.
She makes me trip over her feet.
She makes me go her way.
She lets her pets snap at me
And laughs when I run away.
She turns the heater on to high
And never turns it down
I’m always caught in her thorny claws
I can’t help but wear a frown
But at night, when she goes to sleep,
I turn the heater low.
My pets come out, don’t make a peep.
The time passes slow.
I sit in my sweet silence.
I bask in my moon’s light.
I gaze up at my midnight stars.
They burn so small and bright.
I pray one day she’ll see
How lovely our home can be
Through my reddened eyes.
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