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My Girls

My girls,
my girls,
my wonderful girls.
One with straight hair,
the other with slight curls.

Ones calm,
and polite.
The other's a whirlwind on her feet.
Who's always stirring up a fight.

and proper ediquite.
As oppose to
and a fire cracker that just got lit.

My girls are so different.
But in one way they're the same.
Although they don't act alike,
They both drive me insane.
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Posted: May 2010
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Comments (2)

ah me and my sister - when we were kids she was dark, straight haired and the boss, i was curly blonde and her willing slave often in cahoots and often in battle, here now you know it's wine... cheers to your girls...laugh wine wine
LOL, I can imagine.
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