Curl
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid!
Even though this poem was written over 100 years ago, Donnie and I are convinced that Longfellow had OUR sweet daughter in mind while writing it. When my sister and I were little girls, our Aunt Gwen always said that the poem was about us.....
hmmm. Guess Gracie takes after Shannon and I.
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Love, Mimi
Cristy