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You deserve much more than this...
and so much more than what I am.

I have trouble giving gifts--

there is no thing

no ribbon's twist

that could convey the emptiness

I feel when thinking of the bliss

the comfort of the telephone

and yeah, that fierce protective fist

(you always take good care of me)

and oh I pity the poor fool

who dares to try to wish me harm
for you, my sis, are my strong-arm;

I'm only here 'cause you exist.

Your face, your ways, your strength is this:

so much more than I deserved.

I do not know what might have been
without your presence by my side.
I wish I'd bought you handkerchiefs,
for all the tears of mine you've dried.

You are amazing, treading paths,
stomping twice so I could have

the luxury of confidence
following you through life.

I would have died by now, I think.
so thank you for the sacrifice
that you made with loyalty--
forever sisters, we'll be three.

A celebration's trinity

sister Hood, and that is us...

we were

we are

a woman's club

and membership is closed.

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Happy Birthday!

And yes, yes, I'm crying again...sigh...