Two faces to wash, and
four dirty hands
Two insistent
voices, making demands
Twice as much
crying, when things go wrong
The four eyes
closing, with slumber song
Twice as many
garments, blowing on the line
Two souls to be loved, glory in the hearts
Work we do for
twins, naturally comes double
But four arms to
hug us, repay all our trouble.
~ We Love u, Qaisara & Qalesya ~
~ so much ~
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