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| my sister | |
| By arrowsmith10 | ||||||
| 12 August 2006 | ||||||
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this poem actually started off as a joke, my old adv english teacher gave us a stimulus to get us started, liken someone to an object eg my dad the garden shed, so for a joke i said my sister the perenial weed... and it just blossomed from there pardon the pun =) My sister - The perennial weed The perennial weed. The perpetual irritant of the immaculate flowerbed. You can’t get rid of it, No matter how hard you try It keeps coming back. Lying dormant, Often attractive. A tyrant in disguise Lurking among the beautiful flowers Waiting to catch you unaware. Waiting to wreak havoc. One weed to ruin the garden. But what would the world be like If we had no perennial weeds? No wild untamed beauty T o make us smile… And no little sisters.
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