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Terrible Two's

Mom it wasn't me
That did those things to you
I think it was my sister,
She's in the terrible two's.
I think I skipped that year.
I don't remember it.

I'm now six you know
And I'll soon be big as you.
Surely you don't think it's me
That put glue in your shoes.

Just the other day
I heard Sis call you a witch,
And the clock
You found took all apart
Was the one she tried to fix.

Do you reckon it was her
Put sand in my go cart?
I know I need a new one,
But I wouldn't go that far.

I get in so much trouble
For things I didn't do.
Why is it me that
Always gets accused
When it's Sis
That's in her terrible two's.

Reatha Crow



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