Sisters are like flowers

My sister is just like a flower.
Delicate like a rose,

And she grows every hour.
She needs sunlight,

And waits for the showers,
She is so sweet and she plants her seeds.

She loves me and I love her.
If all flowers were lined up,

I’d still pick her.
Oh yes, I love my sister.





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