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she lives in this house over there |
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has her world outside it. |
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grapples the earth with her fingers and mouth |
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she's five years old. |
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threads worms on a string |
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keeps spiders in her pockets |
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collects fly-wings in a jar |
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scrubs horse-files and pinches them on a line. |
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she's got one friend he lives next door |
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they listen to the weather |
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he knows how many freckles she's got, she scraches his beard. |
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she's painting huge books |
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glues them together, they saw a big raven |
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it glided down the sky-she touched it. |
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today's a birthday-they re' smoking cigars |
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he got a chain of flowers |
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sows a bird in her knickers |
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they're smoking cigars |
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lie in the bathtub, chain of flowers |
