There's two to wash, There's two to dry There's two who argue, There's two who cry. One's in the mud, Having a ball; The other holds a crayon... Another marked wall. Some days seem endless, My patience grow thin. Why did God choose me To be a mom of twins? The answer comes clear- At the end of the day, As I tuck them in bed And I say... There's two to kiss, There's two to hug; And best of all, Thank You, God, for two to love.
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Do we need to sneak Charlie boy in to see you guys? Thanks for the video!
Folks we are in for a ride now, David is making movies.
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