The little eyes which twinkled,
Beneath thou small glasses.
The radiating innocence of thy smile.
Playful was thine demeanor,carried about.
We were not born in blood and bone,
Yet thou art to me as my own kin.
Times of yore may speak of thickness of blood,
But the bonds we make are thicker still!
-To Malu my best friend's sister, who's as good as my own sister
Beneath thou small glasses.
The radiating innocence of thy smile.
Playful was thine demeanor,carried about.
We were not born in blood and bone,
Yet thou art to me as my own kin.
Times of yore may speak of thickness of blood,
But the bonds we make are thicker still!
-To Malu my best friend's sister, who's as good as my own sister
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