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Twin babies were talking Snuggled up in the womb Heads bumping, legs tangling ‘You’re taking my room’; ‘Uh-uh,’ said the other ‘It is you in my space; Hey, do you buy into Life after this place?’ ‘Of course,’ said his brother. ‘There is life after birth! Right now we’re preparing To live out on earth!’ ‘No way,’ said the younger. ‘You will have to agree, There’s nothing more after-- For what…could it be?’ ‘Perhaps,’ said his roomie ‘There is leeway and light; In here, you’ll admit It is dark and it’s tight! And maybe, just maybe We will walk on our feet; For all that we know We will drink and we’ll eat!’ The doubting one chuckled; ‘That’s the utmost absurd, Nonsensical notion I ever have heard! This is all that there is; This is all that we need! We’re too wobbly to walk And the cord gives our feed!’ Then shaking his head With a thumb-sucking snort ‘There’s no life after birth; The cord is too short!’ His big brother held fast With a kick to his rear; ‘I think there is something That’s diff’rent from here!’ ‘Fat chance,’ said the younger ‘There’s no more than this sac. And what proof do you have? No one’s ever come back!’ ‘Perhaps they don’t want to.’ Responded his brother. ‘Perhaps, they’re caressed in   The arms of their mother! Perhaps she is singing A lullaby tune In a soft rocking chair ‘By a big harvest moon!’ The younger twin gurgled And wrinkled his brow ‘If there is a mother, Then where is she now? A mother’s a folk tale, A legend of lore Please read my lips brother This is it, nothing more!’ The big brother scolded, ‘Stop making a fuss! If there was no mother, There wouldn’t be us! She’s all around us It’s in her that we be; I’m sure there’s a next life, And mother’s the key! She’ll tend to our hunger Our tears and our thirst. I already love her And speak to go first!’ The younger one let out A tantrum boohoo ‘You always go first; I’m telling mother on you!’
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
Twin Babies Were Talking
Twin babies were talking Snuggled up in the womb Heads bumping, legs tangling ‘You’re taking my room’; ‘Uh-uh,’ said the other ‘It is you in my space; Hey, do you buy into Life after this place?’ ‘Of course,’ said his brother. ‘There is life after birth! Right now we’re preparing To live out on earth!’ ‘No way,’ said the younger. ‘You will have to agree, There’s nothing more after-- For what…could it be?’ ‘Perhaps,’ said his roomie ‘There is leeway and light; In here, you’ll admit It is dark and it’s tight! And maybe, just maybe We will walk on our feet; For all that we know We will drink and we’ll eat!’ The doubting one chuckled; ‘That’s the utmost absurd, Nonsensical notion I ever have heard! This is all that there is; This is all that we need! We’re too wobbly to walk And the cord gives our feed!’ Then shaking his head With a thumb-sucking snort ‘There’s no life after birth; The cord is too short!’ His big brother held fast With a kick to his rear; ‘I think there is something That’s diff’rent from here!’ ‘Fat chance,’ said the younger ‘There’s no more than this sac. And what proof do you have? No one’s ever come back!’ ‘Perhaps they don’t want to.’ Responded his brother. ‘Perhaps, they’re caressed in   The arms of their mother! Perhaps she is singing A lullaby tune In a soft rocking chair ‘By a big harvest moon!’ The younger twin gurgled And wrinkled his brow ‘If there is a mother, Then where is she now? A mother’s a folk tale, A legend of lore Please read my lips brother This is it, nothing more!’ The big brother scolded, ‘Stop making a fuss! If there was no mother, There wouldn’t be us! She’s all around us It’s in her that we be; I’m sure there’s a next life, And mother’s the key! She’ll tend to our hunger Our tears and our thirst. I already love her And speak to go first!’ The younger one let out A tantrum boohoo ‘You always go first; I’m telling mother on you!’
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jeanelle-averett
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
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