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One day I'll be taller than a giraffe...
They're animals at playschool
Give us a twirl
My little pumpkin
Portrait of Mumma
Vroom vroom!
Giddy up partner
Just pop her into reverse...
I can't bear predictive txt
Felt tips are fun in so many ways
I think it's a pots wash
And it also doubles as a drum...
It's a crime to be ths cute
It all checks out
You jump out of that plane there Poppa
Hey wait for me!
I'll show him where to land
So how was your sky dive Poppa?
You the man!
Building a felt tip wand
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