I have these little people,
alway's running around my house.
And even though there really smart,
they don't no the meaning of..
"Quiet as a mouse"
They shout and scream,
and alway's fight.
And no i'm not joking,
it's from morning till night.
They answer back,and make so much mess,
but who care's their "my" kid's,
i would'nt love them any less.
Copyright © angela wilson | Year Posted 2006
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