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Oh Sistah
Contributed by
Biaboi69
on
Thursday, 13th February 2003 @ 12:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
FamilyPoems
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You may be my sister,
But you are NOT my blood
Your love is murky and filthy
Covered in sticky mud
Your voice alone
brings pain to my ear
You should just die
Get the hell out of here
I at first welcomed you here
But you took wat was mine
And somehow u manage to be
So perky and benign
Ive never understood why
But i am sure of it now
You were for sure an accident
And you ended up here somehow
So now i stand alone
in the cold grasp of deaths hand
And no one in this family
Will ever take a stand
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Biaboi69
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2003-02-13 00:20:00]
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Re: Oh Sistah
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by LOWMAN613 on
Thursday, 13th February 2003 @ 11:01:03 AM AEST
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| I know this feeling I have two sisters & we are always at disagreements! Danke fur this peice! LOL! CHRISTINA |
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