There once was a boy from Rochester who had two sisters to pester. He'll poke and he'll pry until one girl will cry and the other will sit there and fester.
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Um--- let me guess who that could be??!! Amma
heh, heh, heh this sounds like my boys - always poking, always crying, always festering :)
Ah, brothers!
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