ME, Myself, And I By; Jilly E. I wish we could always get along, And she doesn't deserve it But we do it anyway… The curvy designs, It seems like I am in a boxing ring with a bull Pulled hair and scratches My mother usually has to settle it, Like a referee in, black and white; I love my sister to death The bright colors, I always seem to start it I never win the fight… She listens to both sides, I just can't help myself But I like all of it,
