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Nikita Shah Poem
My sister will push and shove,
She was no angel sent from above,
A pinch here and a kick there,
Then a pull on my short black hair,
Yet somehow I still manage to love.
Copyright © Nikita Shah | Year Posted 2012
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Nikita Shah Poem
I sat by my phone thinking, "Has it rung?"
But it didn't buzz, or vibrate, nor had it sung
So at night right before I fell asleep
When i heard a tiny little beep
And so at the wall was where my phone was flung.
Copyright © Nikita Shah | Year Posted 2012
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