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Sep 2015
Spontaneity, in family one, the little one exudes
Her brother, kindness reigns in him, you will not find him rude
And in between, their sister, with her sensitivity
O’er all, a loving group they are, this little family.

Family two brings determination, in a package oh, so small
Preceded by devotion, in a brother growing tall
The tallest one, shows honesty, in him there is no doubt
The last of this group, not the least, her smile comes bubbling out.

In family three, a smallish one, she shows such bravery
While older sister, stands *****, steadfastness we can see
The curious one, her questions fly, she just can’t get enough
And last of all, the funny one, and in most sports he’s tough.

This group is not a tranquil bunch, they often raise the roof
Indeed, my patience sometimes dims, my grey hair is the proof.
Written by
Susan Wilson  Phoenix, AZ
(Phoenix, AZ)   
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