You are my sister
Whether you like it or not
That's who we are
Sisters
Even if I get fed up
With you
I have to deal with it
No matter what
We're sisters
After all
No matter
What other might say
You're my sister
And I love you for that
Hate you
For that
But love
Usually triumphs
Over the hate
We bicker
Probably too much
But in the end
We sit in the backseat of the car
Figuring out
How to optimize the hours long trip
Without bothering each other
Too much
You're my sister
And I'm glad that it's you
And no one else
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
