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Monster child
Running wild
Turning your hair gray
No or rather Nay
The word doesn't slow the rambunctous flower
At all, she doesn't cower
She doesn't stop
Pop
Time out
You cry
She screams
You sigh
Little brother beams
And you ignore
She needs a nap, Snore
Stir the batter
Should it matter
You feel sad
How to make this bad
Good
How to sweeten the mood
Food?
You don't want to feed the pain
But you want to keep sane
Pre-heat the oven
When
the little girl awakes
She can help make cakes
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