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isabel robles


The Woman I call Sister (Martha)


The woman I call sister
will always be there
The woman I call sister
is a person that will always care

The woman I call sister
is a person I will always love
The woman I call sister
is a blessing from God above

The woman I call sister
will stay true till the end
The woman I call sister
will be my best friend

So the woman I call sister
will be the blood related one
And the woman I call sister
will be the ONLY one :)

Submitted: Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, January 13, 2009

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  • Pushkar Bisht (1/29/2009 2:41:00 AM)

    It's really a beautiful poem that touchs my heart deeply. I appreciate your thoughts about the woman whom you call sister. God Bless Your Sister. (Report) Reply

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