Five Sisters
Five sisters in the same small house can be frenemies,
At times friends, other times enemies.
Oldest sister would take me where I wanted to go,
But she would get mad if I were slow.
I remember one sister chasing me down the hall.
I screamed before she touched me at all.
My sister next up and I looked like twins and were best
friends.
Did we get along well? That depends.
My younger sister, we treated like a little doll.
And I often chased her down the hall.
And now we’re scattered from California to Ohio.
When one’s in need, we’re ready to go.
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