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Always running late,
To family events,
Each Christmas day.
My Mother's still a saint,
My Father a rock,
My two sisters,
One is now a mother,
The other almost as crazy as me,
My cute little nephew just turned two,
And my brother in law,
The loudmouth that helped me become,
Who and what I am.
But I remember what's missing,
When I sit playing with my cats,
That used to be our cats.
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-Peace
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