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James Whitcomb Riley - The Twins
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One `s the pictur` of his Pa,
  And the _other_ of her Ma--
  Jes the bossest pair o` babies `at a mortal ever saw!
  And we love `em as the bees
  Loves the blossoms of the trees,
  A-ridin` and a-rompin` in the breeze!

  One`s got her Mammy`s eyes--
  Soft and blue as Apurl-skies--
  With the same sort of a smile, like--Yes,
              and mouth about her size,--
  Dimples, too, in cheek and chin,
  `At my lips jes _wallers_ in,
  A-goin` to work, er gittin` home agin.

  And the _other_--Well, they say
  That he`s got his Daddy`s way
  O` bein` ruther soberfied, er ruther extry gay,--
  That he either cries his best,
  Er he laughs his howlin`est--
  Like all he lacked was buttons and a vest!

  Look at _her_!--and look at _him_!--
  Talk about yer "Cheru-_bim_!"
  Roll `em up in dreams together, rosy arm and chubby limb!
  O we love `em as the bees
  Loves the blossoms of the trees,
  A-ridin` and a-rompin` in the breeze!
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