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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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Date: 9/12/2009 1:24:00 PM
Oh, yes! That's one way to calm down youngsters. Have them help you back cakes and cookies. Works like a charm, doesn't it? Fun read, Autumn. Love, Carolyn
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