There was a precious little girl
She didn’t have a face.
Just perfect, smooth unblemished skin
That took her features place.
No eyes to tear, no teeth to floss,
No breath all hot and stinky.
But with no nose she found she had
No place to put her pinky.
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Any link to Little Nell poems?
They will appear on this bloggy-blog thingee.
With illustrations.
OOoooOOooooooh!!
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