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They are the cries in the middle of the night
They are the screams at breakfast
The laughs in the clubhouse
The fists that tug at my hair
They are loud squeals of joy on birthdays
They are the hands that pull me towards toys
They are fun loving creatures
The ones who laugh, cry, scream and play with me
They are the ones I love the most
They are my sisters

(Tori's writing assignment: A Litany (poem with a repeating phrase)