Meg’s poem

This poem used to be Cate’s, but I believe it applies better to Meg now.

Forehead Curl Meg

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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One Response to Meg’s poem

  1. Erica says:

    Aw, very Cute!

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