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Poor Polly Sue
never knew what to do. So she'd think and she'd think, but she'd never have a clue! When asked what she wanted for dinner, her head would spin like a spinner. Did she want chicken or beef? None would just make her thinner. When trying to see what she wanted to wear, she might as well just go bare. She never could choose her socks or her shoes, or what to do with her hair. When trying to do her homework, she never could get a perk. She'd just stare and she'd stare then never turn in her work. So Poor Polly Sue would ask her mother what to do, but all she'd say was, "Would you like your jello green or blue?"
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