not much bigger than a minute
together they’re in it
this crazy race called life
friends from the beginning
they can’t help the feeling
of unimaginable love
when one says, “Jump!”
the other says, “How high?”
only to fight and fuss over the height
more than just cousins
or a baker’s dozen
they’re tiny best friends
with their guitars they jam
more than once they’ve been called a ham
making music is their game
but when we’re all gone
they’ll have another dawn
together, cousins and friends
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