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A BRIEF HISTORY OF A LITTLE GIRL she's a mere three demands to know "...the history of me..." well, now I say that was a long time ago "...try to remember..." she pleads. I remember when you first came out of your shell hatched into a lovely little girl you were my duckling everywhere I went there you were I could hear you cry even before you cried you made me a good daddy/mummy your dreams staining the blue pillow with golden curls every night the moon would come to our window just to take a peep at you one day your name perched upon you and never flew off again you were a fairy story I had never heard before and wanted to hear more once when you fell you hit the road "Naughty road for falling me!" "No I never!" she squeals "Oh yes you did!" I tickle "Is there any more of me?" "Oh loads...loads more but I too old and tired!" "Well..!" she tells her dolls "He tells a good story but shhh...it's not all true!" the dolls gasp in disbelief having drunk down the dregs of every detail
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1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 6:11 AM UTC
A BRIEF HISTORY OF A LITTLE GIRL
A BRIEF HISTORY OF A LITTLE GIRL she's a mere three demands to know "...the history of me..." well, now I say that was a long time ago "...try to remember..." she pleads. I remember when you first came out of your shell hatched into a lovely little girl you were my duckling everywhere I went there you were I could hear you cry even before you cried you made me a good daddy/mummy your dreams staining the blue pillow with golden curls every night the moon would come to our window just to take a peep at you one day your name perched upon you and never flew off again you were a fairy story I had never heard before and wanted to hear more once when you fell you hit the road "Naughty road for falling me!" "No I never!" she squeals "Oh yes you did!" I tickle "Is there any more of me?" "Oh loads...loads more but I too old and tired!" "Well..!" she tells her dolls "He tells a good story but shhh...it's not all true!" the dolls gasp in disbelief having drunk down the dregs of every detail
donall-dempsey
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Jun 3, 2026 at 6:11 AM UTC
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