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Pink Ribbon

Like the red string,

I see strangers with a pink ribbon.

I never thought that I would know any of them.

I feel sorry for the pink ribbon strangers.

One day my mother came home.

My sister was behind her.

My dear sister has a pink ribbon.

I wish I could take her pink ribbon,

Then she would be okay.

Why must the good people get pink ribbons?

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