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Someone Tried To Make Something Here

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When my kids were little, I co-led a baby and parent sing along. My son was in pre-school, but my daughter was young enough to sit on my lap while we sang about how how the ocean refuses no river and how we loved the flowers and the daffodils. I sang. The mothers sang. The babies did not sing did but they seemed happy enough. My daughter wore pink overalls, and her arms so chubby that every single person who saw her made a joke about eating her. It was Los…

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