The breeze sweeps across our shoulders
As three girls walk hand in hand
Today marks eleven years of a friendship
That the older sisters find quite grand,
When we found out we got a sister
We really could never have hoped
For a sister who was always smiling
And who hardly ever moped.
Her freckles are sprinkled unevenly
Across her shining face
And her curly red head and glasses
Make her a girl that boys like to chase
It’s her birthday today and she’s getting old
She’s eleven for heaven sakes!
She is turning into a wonderful woman
WHAT AN AMAZING SISTER SHE MAKES!
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The breeze sweeps across our shoulders
As three girls walk hand in hand
Today marks eleven years of a friendship
That the older sisters find quite grand,
When we found out we got a sister
We really could never have hoped
For a sister who was always smiling
And who hardly ever moped.
Her freckles are sprinkled unevenly
Across her shining face
And her curly red head and glasses
Make her a girl that boys like to chase
It’s her birthday today and she’s getting old
She’s eleven for heaven sakes!
She is turning into a wonderful woman
WHAT AN AMAZING SISTER SHE MAKES!
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Molecules are everywhere
In the air
No one cares.
Chemistry.
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and as I enter
each of these places
the air around me changes
reflecting the mood
of each position
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The air is thin and
cold, but for some reason I
continue climbing.
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