My sister often,
Held my hand,
When we,
Were very small,
She took the,
Time to wait for me,
And did not mind at all,
My sister is,
A special friend,
Who is always there,
To smooth the way,
My sister is,
A gift from God,
A blessing,
Everyday.
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