IT IS MY BOOK AND I WILL CRY IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT
It is tedious Yet another child who-do Is it recipes you want With photos no doubt Not so, not so, can’t do it All I want at the moment is To stretch this child’s life from Along a clothesline from birth to middle She may not have been different However, she knew no body like herself She was born a five and one-half pound adult Soon but not very soon, she told all who listened She was just a short one of those big people Those who lived in her home, parents they were Not arrogant but adequate in... Sign in to see full entry.