There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good, she was very very good, but when she was bad she was horrid. (or better, depending on your point of view)
– My dad used to say this to me at least once a week when I was growing up. He still trots it out every now and then.
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Posted on Friday November 26th
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