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SELF-PROCLAIMED RULER OF THE YARD!
As a happy, cherished little girl, the adopted only child of an older couple, I was aware that I RULED my back yard. With my squeaky metal swingset, my huge pink sandbox, easily the size of a double bed, and my little pioneer fort just waiting for the indian invasion, I was set! I was in control! SELF-PROCLAMED RULER OF THE YARD-- a junp-rope hai-5 to be chanted while jumping rope Self-proclaimed ruler of the yard in my control! Squeaking metal swings! Squeaking metal swings screech along with rusted chains; make my hands rusty! Make my hands rusty; wipe them off in pink sandbox. Then go play in fort! Then go play in fort; dinner beef is huge stone roast fit for pioneers. Fit for pioneers living in my childhood yard-- self-proclaimed ruler!
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