C atches the slack
I s always there for a friend
N ever forgets where she comes from
D ances in her spirit
Y oung at heart and full of spunk
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C atches the slack I s always there for a friend N ever forgets where she comes from D ances in her spirit Y oung at heart and full of spunk Author notesFor my soul spirit sister nation Love you hun In a listThank you for your commentsComments
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