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Shakey has a friend with the samename as my sister-half;
Who doesn't have an epitaph.
For, my sister's dead body was burned to ashes;
Head to toe; even eyelashes.
That's because my parents are cheap; and I have found;
That they really didn't want to bury her in the ground.
Because her body wouldn't properly decompose;
And wouldn't smell as pretty as a rose.
My sister, Valere; I really miss her;
If she were alive, I would hug and kiss her.
In her lifetime, we didn't get along nicely;
For, she had a personality very spicey.
Throughout her years, she could be anyone she wanted;
And my bad aspects and attitude, she taunted.
But, the last time I saw her, I thought she had changedl;
That her thoughts had rearranged.
My older sister rejected her when she pled for aid;
That's why the love for my older sister fades.
It is all her fault that Valere died;
And that many, many people have cried.
Also, it was because it was her time of the month;
Because, Mother Nature is a cunt.
I remember Valere very well;
And, I hope that she's in heaven; not in hell.
She was a very wonderful person;
But, her suicide inspires cursin'.
But, she died so my nephew, Charlie, could live;
And, I think, to the world he has much to give!