When my opponents
were arrayed
against
me.
You stood as
My sole
proponent.
Without you I
can’t quantify
or
fathom
the
concept
of
me.
Laughing, crying, confiding.
Ingredients to
the
ties
that
bind.
Which runs counter
to infinitesimal
and
can
never be
loosened
or
pulled
asunder.
My sister.
Happy Birthday sis!
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"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
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