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Combat Zone

They bicker, bellow, bray and bawl.
Some mornings, it’s an all-out brawl.
But sisters ever will they stay.
As such, they never will betray.
Neighsayers, best be on the ball.

c2014 by Linda Ann Nickerson

 
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1 comment:

  1. Haha, love the title, very clever! I don't have a sister, but I understand what it's like to have a sibling... I do have a brother, and sometimes that could be a combat zone as well. :)

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