My Family

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My mothers love is like
a never ending blue sky.
Her warm wrinkly skin
holds my hand as
i notice her brunette locks
a faint smell of midnight rose is given off
as cascading reassure me
every thing's going to be alright

With silky ribbon, glimmering eyes, faint baby powder
she comes off as a angel
but Neapolitan ice cream
has different flavors, although
you will find her a singing bird
My sisters is as unpredictable as
a you-tube video





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