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Happy Birthday DeniseWhen I was younger I thought of you As my sister, Now that we are older We have lost touch. Although we are cousins, Our hearts were always close, Time.... Has made us drift apart. I hope that one day We can be together again. My sister, My cousin, My friend. Copyright Cynthia Jones Aug.8/2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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