I love you my little sister I really do
Of this simple fact I hope you always knew
But how in the world did we turn out this way
You’re on Facebook all night while I write all day
My eyes of gray don’t match yours of brown
You’re shy and quiet while I act like a clown
Even your hair is different than mine
The color of ravens, straight, long, and fine
Your stature is skinny but mines rather round
On no single thing do we have common ground
Have you ever wondered how it came to be
That we fell out of the same family tree?
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