Must: a lovely little poem in six lines:
I must take time to wash my hair for the first time in 3 days.
I must shave my legs for the first time in 3 weeks.
I must get dressed, brush my hair, brush my teeth etc.
I must stop snapping at the kids if they dare do anything such as exist.
or I will probably go insane.
I hate being sick.
2 years ago
1 comment:
Christie, you "must" get better real soon. Go outside and enjoy the spring like weather.
Luv ya,
Pam
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