so my little girl Joanne was sick
slight fever and just looking weak
so I took her to the doctor
a kind old man with a calm voice
and he looked at Joanne and he said:
"So what's bothering you, my dear?"
and Joanne answered
at lightning speed:
*"Anne, my little sis! She's always
wanting my lollies!"*
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
so my little girl Joanne was sick
slight fever and just looking weak
so I took her to the doctor
a kind old man with a calm voice
and he looked at Joanne and he said:
"So what's bothering you, my dear?"
and Joanne answered
at lightning speed:
*"Anne, my little sis! She's always
wanting my lollies!"*
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