There once was a mother of four
Who couldn’t quite get in the door.
She couldn’t contrive,
Growing Boy Number Five,
To fit between piles on the floor.
Yep; I feel fat.
Photo Credit:
Image by congerdesign from Pixabay
©2019 Chelsea Owens
There once was a mother of four
Who couldn’t quite get in the door.
She couldn’t contrive,
Growing Boy Number Five,
To fit between piles on the floor.
Yep; I feel fat.
Photo Credit:
Image by congerdesign from Pixabay
©2019 Chelsea Owens
Is t ok if this makes me smile.
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Oh, sure. 🙂
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