I told her this could not work
This alphabet soup of mud and bricks
Each letter lost in turn
“But what if we mixed it
At two in the afternoon?
Couldn’t it work?
Oh say it could!”
With Jacqueline the next morning
“I suppose you could not tell her no”
Sister sitting on my hands
“No, I suppose I couldn’t”
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