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Picky Meagan As Meagan slightly combed her hair She was thinking of what to wear And as she shifted through her clothes Not even one she chose For that hour she looked and looked But nothing got her eye hooked Then she saw something she liked She realized she wore this as a tike |
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This was written by my granddaughter, Sarah Hoffman, age 11--and she's soooo anxious to see it
'published'.
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