My Beautiful Sister Jennifer
Do you know,
The lengths I would go,
To see you smile,
And hear your laugh?
Is it possible,
We were meant to be,
Are there other sisters,
That have what we have?
Because you've been my soul provider,
A reflection of my pink,
A familiar image in the mirror,
My pen's always run out of ink.
My paper gets so full,
Of lines and lines and lines...
Words of meaning,
Trying to thank you,
For being so breathless,
and being so kind.
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