Looking Through A Child's Eyes: The Jealous Siblings Read Count : 5

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Oh how I loathe, to see your face.
Our parents ever talk about is you're, oh your so wonderful grace.
You're intelligent, you're handsome, you're perfect in every way.
If only your parents would know the feeling of my dismay.
Every word I hear from them it's all about you.
Whether it be family or friends, they look at me and ask who?
Very little accomplishment of my own recognized for what I have shown.
Oh how I loathed, The sibling, who I must be forced to call of my own.

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