Thursday, April 23, 2009
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We are tangled hair and chubby smiles, Delighful squeels and Pampered piles, Sliding bums race down the stairs, Who gets there first, no one cares. Spills of milk as cereal flies, One wants more, another cries, What once was sleep, now is noise, They calm down with lots of toys. Smiling as the play together, He looks up to his big sister. Finally peace until the other, Loves too much on her little brother.
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