Half Term Blues

Sibling Rivalry

 

The fruit of my loins are ne'er done, sleep is
Just not an option worth considering.
They much prefer the notion of ploughing
Right on.  Through the wall, and not thinking
About consequences, meaning they're fore'er
Fighting and arguing and arguing
And fighting.  Just one...  Just one day without
Rows would be a blessing.  It's not that I
Don't love them.  I do love them.  Of course I
Love them.  They are everything to me.
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