
There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
And when she was good
She was very very good
And when she was bad she was...horrid!
(About three years old. I remember I loved that little ring.)
"Since flesh can't stay, we keep the breath aloft. Since flesh can't stay, we pass the words along." --Erica Jong
1 comment:
Very fashionable!
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