Best Down The Middle Poems

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My mama says that when I was born, 
That I was split right down the middle.
One minute I’d be hollerin’,
The next I’d be as mellow as a marshmallow.

She doesn’t know about me,
But I’m one of her others.
I’m not the only one in here with her,
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