Sometimes, when I lie on my bed,
many things go around in my head
memories of how I and
my sister enjoy every day,
when I was a kid she gave me a prank,
seeing my card and rank
She would teach me good and bad,
And console me when I am sad
In anger, we address each other, stupid, Jaffa,
at last the fight always ends with a guffaw
we kick each other with might,
and care as if we never fight
our fight starts with pulling hair,
but later we are
found jumping in air
never did we say "sister ,I love you",
for we know our love is always true
I guess all these would change when she leads up an aisle,
but I am sure these
memories will always bring us a smile
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