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CHORES ** #799591 Not An Image ** My mama put me in the sink And told me that when I grew up, That I could help with the chores By washing every dish and cup. Now I am just a tiny lass, I'll have to think about it some; I'm not looking forward to this But my bath is kind of fun! The water's warm and squishy, But still I have my doubt That having to help with dishes Is what a baby should be about. I think I should be loved a lot, And pampered for awhile; I think Mama was only joking Because I can see her smile! Countrymom 1/10/04
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