There is a poem that fits her so well.
There once was a little girl who had a little curl right is the middle of her forhead and when she was good she was very good and when she was bad she was horid.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
My sister
There is a poem that fits her so well.
There once was a little girl who had a little curl right is the middle of her forhead and when she was good she was very good and when she was bad she was horid.
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