There was a young lady from Porter,
whose stature was, oh, so much shorter!
When she searched way up high,
To reach for the sky,
Her joy did the reaching, for her.
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Barbara Haig
Please help me! There‘s a writer trapped inside me, and I must get her out, and introduce her to the world! Seriously folks! My friends tell me, that I have a flair for the comedic, through my unusual outlook and experience. Let’s hope!
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So cute! Can relate