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To fall and crash, to climb back up

Is what my sister did.

All throughout her high school years,

She was a faulty kid.

 

To sneak and lie and just mess up

Was her kind of thing.

My mother always wondered

What maturity would bring.

 

To my mother’s deliberation,

She found bewilderment.

Not only was my sister smart,

But extremely self-efficient.

 

Excelling in her schooling,

And impressing her new boss,

The dental field was her niche.

Now remember, you have to floss!

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