Sister Love(c) Singleton 2009SOLDBlack haired babystanding up in anold wooden crib,banging spoons onthe rail....Manic music to my soul...And I tiptoe down theempty halland peekat theround little face...My own...ten years later...And I knew then,what I know now....Sister Love....Little hippie yet to be,knee high to my raggedy levi's....holding my handand waving at butterflieswith the other...
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