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Pink Feathers

Change of Tune

I Was Just Thinking…

 

As a child, no foul word would I utter. My language steered clear of the gutter. Then I gave birth, And heaven on earth! The words I now hear myself mutter!

 

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By: The Whimsical Writer/Mom/Library Lady, Ruth Lee

 
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