No.8
2/2/2004
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Steph and Soph, what a fine pair of sisters. A sister hood of the special made sort, They do share. But never would you know sir, If you saw them, when making their snow forts, Or chasing their dogs round the house full speed, Only to trip and fall on each other, Giggling, loud as hyenas, free from need. Their homework is done each night together, What one knows not, the other one teaches. Then there's music and writing to all hours Of night, till sleep high tides on their beaches. Nurtured in love will you grow, fine flowers. .....Of this I am sure, hearts two can quite mend. .....Mostly if one lives with the love of a friend.