Sisters dislike eachother,
I don't know why...
But they always want,
to make each other cry.
They will scream, kick,
fight and punch...
But what they will never do,
is sit and talk during lunch.
Some say it's because of one,
the one that puts kindling on the fire...
And when that fire is ablaze,
everyone trips a wire.
But when they want to,
they will play...
And always as a curse,
they would start to fight all day.
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