I Miss the way you talked
in your own goofy way
when you were talking to your boo boo
it always made my day.
I miss the way you chewed on that ice so icy cold.
You contiuned to chomp on, no matter what you were told.
I miss the way you laughed, at the silliest things.
I would laugh at you laughing, such joy it would bring.
I miss the smell of your house, your very own secret smell.
No matter where you moved, Your house I could always tell.
I miss your giving heart, always ready to help a friend
I always knew on you, I truly could depend.
I miss you dear sweet sissy... Your presence lingers on.
Keep a candle burning for me, for it won't be long.
We will all be reuntited round that great big awesome throne.
Tears will be gone forever, we will all be finally home!
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