My Little Sister

My little sister had everything,
Everything in the world-
Blue eyes, dimples, pink cheeks,
And her hair curled.
She played forward at basket-ball,
And shot ducks from cover.
She had a sweet rose-colored hat,
And a tall lover.
All her life she had everything,
Plenty and more than plenty.
She did not need a perfect death-
Death at twenty.

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