Twin Speak
The identical twin girls’ cryptophasia precedes them into a room
They wear their cute identical twinness like a peacock with a plume
The two get mobbed, picked up cuddled by strangers with a va-va-voom.
In crypto-language one says to the other, I wish I had a broom.
Moronic adults think toddlers are delighted as they parade around the room.
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