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My Twins

 Of twin daughters I'm the mother -
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 accurst.
I'm a tender-hearted dame, Military is my bent; Thus my pretty dears can claim For their Pa the Regiment.
As they say: to err is human; But though lots of love I've had, I'm an ordinary women, Just as good as I am bad.
Good and bad should find their level, So I often wonder why May was angel, Maude was devil, Yet between the two was I.
May, they say, has taken vows - Sister Mary, pure and sweet; Maudie's in a bawdy house, Down in Mariposa Street.
It's not natural I'm thinking, One should pray, the other curse; I'm so worried I am drinking, Which is making matters worse.
Yet my daughters love each other, And I love them equal well; Saint and sinner call me mother .
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Ain't heredity just hell?

Poem by Robert William Service
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