Sissy Nixon

my sister cally,
she is a witch...
my sister cally,
people call her a beach.
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Family can be difficult,
sometimes even hard...
Either way you always get,
a birthday card.
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the waves splashing,
against the mountains...
as i take a drink,
from a fountain.
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There's a soft breeze,
blowing through your hair...
For you feel as light as a feather,
floating in the air.
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Wind whistles past,
weaving throughout my mane...
Through my legs and over my body,
that will never be tamed.
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cally is,
is a bee...
as you,
can see.
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if you can not tell,
i am sick...
if you can not tell,
wack me with a stick.
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Bumpy, rough,
noisy, loud...
When you get off,
wave to the croud.
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Sisters dislike eachother,
I don't know why...
But they always want,
to make each other cry.
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When you have the feeling,
that your going to hit someone...
They may think,
your just playing fun.
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Goody, Goody Two Shoes,
wakes happy and glad...
Trying to awake,
the sisters that are bad.
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We have seen,
dogs that are small...
Dogs that yip and bark,
we've seen them all.
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I'm a Rebel,
I hope you see...
There's no-ohter,
just like me.
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