Robert Well, my name is Robert; I am four I'll tell you about the man next door. If Daddy stands me on a chair I can see him working there. You see, we have a wooden fence I suppose it makes good sense. When he sees me, he will wave Perhaps he knows I will behave In a way that good boys do I looked... Sign in to see full entry.
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