When I Leave,
she cries.
When I need someone to believe,
she is always there.
Even though she falls for my pranks,
she is not afraid to tell me
when my jeans don't go with my tanks,
or if my socks don't match.
So sis' I love you,
even with all of your quirks,
just don't act stupid all the time,
because I can still be a jerk.
A contest entry
- Quickie PIF – Rhyme Time 10/12/30 by .
450 points, ended July 23, 2007, 7 entries
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Comments
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this is a sweet poem for a sister.


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lol
Hey I can relate to this, I have 5 sisters
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