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Two things that really annoy me are my sisters
In fact I’m surprised I don’t have blisters!
One is seven months, one is nine
The fist one cries half the time
The one that is nine years old
Can’t do one thing she’s told!
But at the end of the day when I climb into bed
I remember, I’ll love them till I’m dead
In fact I’m surprised I don’t have blisters!
One is seven months, one is nine
The fist one cries half the time
The one that is nine years old
Can’t do one thing she’s told!
But at the end of the day when I climb into bed
I remember, I’ll love them till I’m dead
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