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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=564699" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Babe Sister - Massacre</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My name is Pooja<br>I am eight years old<br>I have a sister <br>Her name was Yogita <br>And she was four years old </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our papa always angry <br>He screams and he yells <br>I don’t think he be fond of us <br>It's painless to enlighten </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mom only lovability <br>When papa is not around <br>And when he is home <br>She hardly create no sound </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mom always out <br>By no means she is at home <br>Papa always under the influence, <br>And at all times alone </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As soon as we perceive sound <br>Of those jiggle keys <br>We rush and hide from the view <br>We scuttle and entreaty </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We discover a place <br>And curl up tight <br>I embrace my sister <br>And she embrace me </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Opening the door <br>Papa then march in <br>without any sound <br>I pray inside, deep within <br>What will be after that …? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Yogita, she was unable to aid herself <br>for the ache was just to a great extent <br>'Oh God' she scream <br>Why are you so mean? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dad didn’t like what she had believed <br>And slap her even more <br>And with one last strike <br>tough and physically powerful <br>he drag away and watches </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yogita takes one last wheeze of air <br>Then falls to the floor where I sat <br>And doesn't shift a muscle <br>I watch at her <br>My eyes was full of tears <br>She stare at me <br>And close her eyes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Papa yell at me <br>Oh it’s you to be blame <br>Make me so angry <br>this is all your responsibility <br>Go weep be poignant</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sister Yogita <br>My gorgeous sister <br>Who was only four years old </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That dark night <br>My Papa murdered Yogita <br>My greatest and finest friend <br>We had complexity together <br>But now she’s left <br>I missed her so greatly everlastingly </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Papa murdered Yogita <br> She was my cute and babe sister<br>since that day I had never speak <br>for its verbal communication<br>Ended my babe sister’s life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Please after reading engrave your comments what you undergo from the core of your heart sincerely! `` Appreciation to your heartily comment``</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Story: 2003<br>written by ezna stephna<br>copyright: 29/sept/2010 Time: 11.36am</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ezna+Stephna">Ezna Stephna</a><div class=q>
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I am eight years old
I have a sister 
Her name was Yogita 
And she was four years old 

Our papa always angry 
He screams and he yells 
I don’t think he be fond of us 
It's painless to enlighten 

Mom only lovability 
When papa ..."></div>
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