She is my sister who pretty then me .
She knows just where I dream to go,
Remember where I've been.
Accepts me just the way I am,
And treats me like a friend.
She's someone who is there for me,
No matter what or when,
And every time I'm with her,
It's like coming home again.
For many years we've shared our lives,One roof we once lived under.
Sometimes we laughed and sometimes we cried.
Through winter storms and thunder.
The younger years have faded fast .
We've gone our separate ways,But through all time our friendship lasts.
Our band in life remains,
As summer brings the happy times.
The autumn winds will whisper.
A closer friend I'd never find
Than the one I call my Sister.
Vernon1985
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