my sister cally,
she is a witch...
my sister cally,
people call her a beach.
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Family can be difficult,
sometimes even hard...
Either way you always get,
a birthday card.
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the waves splashing,
against the mountains...
as i take a drink,
from a fountain.
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There's a soft breeze,
blowing through your hair...
For you feel as light as a feather,
floating in the air.
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Wind whistles past,
weaving throughout my mane...
Through my legs and over my body,
that will never be tamed.
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if you can not tell,
i am sick...
if you can not tell,
wack me with a stick.
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Bumpy, rough,
noisy, loud...
When you get off,
wave to the croud.
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Sisters dislike eachother,
I don't know why...
But they always want,
to make each other cry.
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