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midi: ~~Butterfly Kisses~~
No Child Of Mine.......
No child of mine, I used to cry,
Before the stork had fluttered by,
Will ever throw a temper fit,
Or bite or scratch or whine or hit,
Or wear a diaper till he's three,
Or sit for hours and watch TV,
            
Or dawdle so he makes me late,
Or leave his spinach on the plate,
Or act, in short, like other kids,
Who've made their parents flip their lids,
But with the pitter patter of baby feet
Are 40 million words to eat
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