To the Miss Sister who was nice:
It doesn’t matter what you do
It is about what makes you, you
So work it girl, sell that jewelry
Lighten up to tomfoolery
You seem really nice
Sugar, not spice
I am happy you remember me
Not as someone who likes you, “sisterly”
I laugh with you, not at you
Its funny how jokes get us through
And in case you wonder about me
No, not really three times daily
Maybe all these poems seem a little lame
It’s a family thing, a little love game

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