Twins
Fluttering like falling leaves,
two travelers young and small,
autumn tossed in frosty breeze
fell one day earthly bound
And one did leave heaven hieing,
with eyes unclear, never crying
ready wisdom on her veneer,
And one with bows and lace,
angry red on baby face,
did grow within the human race
But in eighty years,
where clocks do chime,
they will meet in Jesus name,
to rejoice again they look the same
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