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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508522" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Twins</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of twin daughters I'm the mother -<br>Lord! how I was proud of them;<br>Each the image of the other,<br>Like two lilies on one stem;<br>But while May, my first-born daughter,<br>Was angelic from the first,<br>Different as wine and water,<br>Maude, my second, seemed accurst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm a tender-hearted dame,<br>Military is my bent;<br>Thus my pretty dears can claim<br>For their Pa the Regiment.<br>As they say: to err is human;<br>But though lots of love I've had,<br>I'm an ordinary women,<br>Just as good as I am bad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good and bad should find their level,<br>So I often wonder why<br>May was angel, Maude was devil,<br>Yet between the two was I.<br>May, they say, has taken vows -<br>Sister Mary, pure and sweet;<br>Maudie's in a bawdy house,<br>Down in Mariposa Street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's not natural I'm thinking,<br>One should pray, the other curse;<br>I'm so worried I am drinking,<br>Which is making matters worse.<br>Yet my daughters love each other,<br>And I love them equal well;<br>Saint and sinner call me mother . . .<br>Ain't heredity just hell?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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Lord! how I was proud of them;
Each the image of the other,
Like two lilies on one stem;
But while May, my first-born daughter,
Was angelic from the first,
Different as wine and water,
Maude, my second, seemed ac..."></div>
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