I'm standing in sahal at least as high as my waist pruning out broom. My baby is in the snugli. We are working. However challenging it may be my heart is as light as the freshly fallen flicker feather I found the day before. Did the primitive woman know the secret to a mother's happy heart? Sometimes while I work you can hear me singing.....Mommy had a little girl, little girl, little girl. Mommy had a little girl she was always dressed in pink....
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