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siblings of mine


they all are in mood 

like they feast food

sometimes they are rude

beating you by a dude

they are not real cool

you are cleaning there room you are fool

do not think of given prize

they are not giving you suprise

how lame you took

i also take book

just don,t say them gross

because they will make you froze

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