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Mother wanted daughters,
Yet father wanted sons.
But mother won three times.
I have two big sister's.We
Get to sleep in the same room.
Sometimes we can talk all night.
I can confess all my wrong-doings,
So can they.We all promise not to
Tattle about our late night talks.
Even though mom can hear us.
Remembering old times is fun to do with
Sister's.
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This is a poem that I made from the point of view of when I was younger.
I'm dedicating this to my sister's. I love you Lindsay and Nicole!
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