She is my sister,
No matter what you say,
That she will come back,
I can only pray.
Remember the time we went to Pooler?
Remember the time we ate beanboozled?
Remember the time you put me in a cooler?
Remember our memories.
You're moving to Texas,
I will never forget you being prissy,
Both of our last words to each other,
Were "I love you,Sissy."
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7th Grade Trio
PoetryThis is a few more than a few more than a few poems about me and some of my close friends (Kylea and Claire) cover made by @Claire_the_bookworm
