Birthed gifts of creation, undoubtedly of heavenly creation they be. Protectors, pirates and champions BROTHERS to comfort thee. SISTERS standby Moms in all their finery, strict protocol their menu indeed. Wayward child, youngest it be; freedom a way of life 'tis happiness indeed. Adulting...BLAH 'tis a boring season no need to compete. SIBLINGS they be the sweet peas of peace and harmony. ©️PSA 17/6/21.
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