The tiny curl
A goodnight poem written from a pillow with Miss Spicy Y…..
M.: There once was a girl with a teeny tiny curl.
Y.: And everyday she wore a necklace made of pearls.
M.: With her pearls, she wore a party dress that made her spin and twirl.
Y.: She twirled and twirled to the house of old uncle Earl, where she ate cake with delicious chocolate swirls.
Y.: As she crawled into bed with her tummy filled with cake, she laughed thinking that her day began with a teeny tiny curl.
Good night … Sweet dreams XO
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