My spitting image
Many have said She got my features some manners too Even our height The size of our toes we’ re almost even only physically, though. My toughest child, We both survived the birth pangs and the oblivion; fifteen minutes were all we’ve had to get through and live our life. An auspicious day when she came out Delight she brought To the solemn night Amid the flickers of shimmering lights her smile shone bright, glistened like a star. On your birthday This, I wish To see your star Suspended in the sky Spreading some lights Sturdy and bright Serves like a beacon To lost and wayward. Grattis på födelsedagen Bar…<3
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