Friday, 4 March 2011

T.G.I. Friday

Crying baby,
She would not sleep.
Her Mama helped her
count the sheep.

Two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock
How is poor Mama now up and alive?


It is Friday.

Mama has wine.


That is all.

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