My Sister
My sister is a freak,
she goes to school,
and is always weak.
As the embarasment rolls on,
again and again,
I wish I was just gone.
It is hard life for her,
with a sister that is gone,
awaiting for that call that is just one big blur.
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jonesbaby2posted on 05/09/2007
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