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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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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