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| Excuse this house |
| Some houses try to hide the fact that children shelter there; Ours boast of it quite openly, the signs are everywhere. For smears are on the windows, little smudges on the doors; I should apologize I guess for toys strewn on the floor. But I sat down with the children And we played and laughed and read; and if the foorbell doesn't shine, their eyes will shine instead. For when at times I'm forced to choose the one job or the other; I want to be a housewife... But first I'll be a mother. author unknown |
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