Yeah, but just listening too the news doesn't help. This one is a poem, but most of my family thinks it's hysterical: In form and feature, face and limb I grew so like my brother That folks got taking me for him And each for one another! It puzzled all our kith and kin It reached a fearful pitch For one of us was born a twin Yet not a soul knew which! One day, to make the matter worse Before our names were fixed As we were being washed by nurse We got completely mixed! This fatal likeness even dogged My footsteps when at school. And I was always getting flogged For John turned out a fool. This close resemblance turned the tide Of my domestic life. And somehow my intended bride Became my brother's wife! In fact, year after year the same absurd mistakes went on. And when I died, the neighbors came And buried brother John!
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