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The Truth About Kids

Oh, my sons they are a handful and my daughters, they are a prize. Despite it all, I love them dearly with open arms and open eyes. For, if you turn your back upon them, they, in turn, will look to do anything that they could think of just to really infuriate you Don't get me wrong, I do adore them. They are my life. They make me whole. But just beware, if you're around them, they're very apt to lose control. And, if by chance you are to meet them, be very wary. Be on your guard. For loving them, is oh so easy, but, controlling them is oh so hard!

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