Born in the same house
Life couldn’t be different
Silver spoon fed, apple of all eyes
Second grade citizen, read fairies lies
Raised and born to be a king of the throne
Brought up to submission, a bait to be thrown
To bring more riches, more power for the king
Who is nothing but a arrogant, self serving sibling
Intelligence in abundance, nothing to do
Life is comfortable, anything but true
Shall I rebel, renege promises made
Claim my rights when false support fade
I bled and bled, he had huge grin
Murderer, most vile creation, my evil twin

twin and green.
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Very cute.
=)
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Thank you π
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Oh! I love benches! And those two are handsome! I’d sit a spell and enjoy the verdant view! π
HUGS and Happy Wednesday!!! π
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Thank you for your beautiful and cheerful comment Carolyn π
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There lie two benches
while many people walk
but no one sits and offers a talk
that’s how it goes
two benches with heavy toes
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Thank you π
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Just what I need in my garden after a morning of digging the plant beds! They’re adorable π
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Thank you for appreciating the image, from Cotswold in English Country side, place Lower Slaughter manor π
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Beautiful! π
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Thank you so much π
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wonderful click π
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Grateful for your kind appreciation π
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I love it a great poem. May God bless you with your love ones.
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Thank you so much Isabel, may you always remain blessed too.
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Thank very much, some for you with your love ones…!!!
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Many thanks Isabelπ
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Okiss…!!! Have a blessed day with your love ones.
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And beauty and evil, those twain, should never meet …
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But they do, all the time π
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Can’t be argued …
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Nice poem
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Many thanks!
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An evil grin for the evil twin. π
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Brenda the evil twin has accepted that grin with a smirk π
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I love the way you’ve used similar looking benches to portray the twins, who have different lives…very well written…!!
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you are very kind with your generous appreciation. Many thanks π
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Love the poem,really on point!
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Many thanks π
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Can’t help but wonder if my own twin sons will fulfill such a prophecy…
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intriguing thought! π
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