siblings
Maybe Monday was a wee thing
Barely two feet tall.
She often had bad luck deciding
When and how to fall.
Surely Sunday was a tall girl
Loud and without care.
To the sky she turned her curls
And yelled into the air.
Probably Never was more clever
Than his sisters two.
He knew far more about whatever
Things they thought they knew.
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