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There are two to wash; there are
two to dry.
There are two to argue; there
are two to cry.
One's in the mud having a
ball......
The other holds a crayon, just
look at the wall.
Some days seem endless...my
patience grows thin!
Why was I chosen to be the
mother of twins?
The answer comes clear, at the
end of each day
As I tuck them in bed, to myself
I say
There are two to kiss...there
are two to hug
And best of all...there are two
to LOVE!!
Author Unknown
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