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When the twins come out to play,
to revel in the summers day.
Watch them close and you will find,
them playing games with just one mind.
A freak of nature ? No harm done.
The twins still act as though they’re one.
Miles apart, but you will see,
them acting out their destiny.
If one should die don’t feel alarm.
The mind now one has an extra charm.
An insight into another zone,
where they will go to be alone.
Though one is left to suffer long.
He receives the words to life’s own song.
Rapport with now and infinity.
Gives us hope, and ecstasy.
When the twins come out to play.
Be grateful they were born that way.
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A Twin Myself, With Twin Boys Of My Own.
I sent this poem to Robin Gibb Early 90’s.
He Replied with thanks.
And put Me on His Xmas Card List 🙂
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