She Never Let Her Daughters Keep Anything Messy

Persnickety fussbudget never had a mess
Raised two daughters – Wilhemina and Tess
They both became hoarders by age seventeen
No lie, I am not attempting to insult or be mean.

Their mother had spent years throwing their treasures away.
They hoard everything since they are emancipated and now have a say.
If she would have let us keep any of our trinkets for a little while
We might not have become so opposite, Tess said with a smile.
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