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Once upon a
time/ there was a li’l girl/ whose childhood should be/ admired. (18) I’ll tell/
you a few stories/ from a few times when/ she was inspired. (35)
Once when she
could bare/ly walk, she was squa/tting on a step. To/ look at (17) something
on/ the floor, she leaned for/ward slowly and fell/ straight on her forehead.
(35)
Once the li’l
girl’s mo/ther was combing her/ hair into a palm/ tree. The li’l (18) girl,
still/ learning how to speak/, quickly complained: “Mum!”/, in a sigh of plea.
(35)
Once, while watching
her/ mother get changed, “Mum/! Put your bra on!” The/ mother, (17) curious:
“Why?”/. The girl genuin/ely apprehensive/: “Won’t your breasts fall down?”
(35)
Once she was
swimming/, show/ing off: “Check for/ bubbles when I dive/.” Her sister (18)
joked: “Why/? Are you goin’ to fart?”/ The girl disappoint/ted: “How did you
guess’t?” (35)
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