OK. So I'm not a little girl anymore. Which is a good thing because when I was a little girl my curls were being brushed out into a frizzy mess by my straight-haired, but well-meaning mother.
There was a little girl, Who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, She was very good indeed, But when she was bad she was horrid.
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