My Sister
- Nov 3, 2016
- 1 min read
A smile is never far from
Her face.
A bounce is never missing from
Her feet.
A flowing curl is never gone from
Her hair.
A twinkle never fades from
Her eyes.
She is beautiful.
She is bright.
She’s my sister.
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