Packing up all the cute little stuff she used to weak . . . because Lord knows I'll never be able to part with it . . . and only minimally have a nervous breakdown. ;'-(.
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow
For babies grow up we've learned to our sorrow,
So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
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