She rides her bike singing, climbs this tree singing, constantly
in her own world oblivious to anyone or anything else.
As she ran out the door to play today she called
"don't worry about me, Mother, I'm a cowgirl and
I'm getting my friends."
*We do comb hair occasionally*
in her own world oblivious to anyone or anything else.
As she ran out the door to play today she called
"don't worry about me, Mother, I'm a cowgirl and
I'm getting my friends."
*We do comb hair occasionally*
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