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To My Sister
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To my sister
our days at the park
carousels, see-saws and swings
until the day grew dark
To the fun we had
skinned knees and all
bumps, bruises and laughs
even tossing the ball
To the small bear
you cuddled and cared
to the late night fears
that made you scared
To what is real
you here with me, today
good times and bad times
never keep us away
You, dear sister
do so much for me
you give of yourself
and your inner beauty
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© 1998 by Jim Ward. All rights reserved
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