A Sister - Third In Line
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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When you were born, stars were popped out of their
sockets with your loud crying.
You didn't like strangers - you'd yell at the top
of your lungs.
Poor Mom, you were such a cute little baby, but boy
what a pair of lungs!
At Christmas when we all got to go sit on Santa's
lap, your little face got all screwed up and out
came the yells and crying as a photographer got the
perfect shot for the newspaper's front page.
Poor Santa Claus.
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