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Its fortunate to be a limb to siblings.
Born of one, some features twinlings.
When one falls sick,the other tends to aid.
If other has problem, dey solve if paid.
They fight , they love.
They tease, still at ease.
They share, they care.
Their bonding never freeze.
They are segment of their parents.
Though, may have distinct inherent.
They climb higher as they grow bigger.
They may be pitiable or may be a gold-digger.
They move, they part.
They meet when they need.
They walk and they talk.
Siblings guide them to lead.
A brother or a sister, or destined to have both.
Always deem to support, the other one’s growth.
Family to live, to celebrate, to shrove.
Lucky are those having their siblings close.
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