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Molly MeadMolly Mead is nearly seven, Though she wishes she was eleven! Molly loves her frizzy brown hair, And those dungarees That possess a tear! Molly's eyes are sparkly blue, And she adores her bright pink shoes! Home from school, She eats orange jelly, Then jumps in puddles Without her wellies! Molly is funny And when she giggles, Her bright pink shoes They dance And jiggle! Molly likes to watch TV While fidgeting on mummy's knee! After dinner She 'colours in', And eats biscuits from her spotted tin. Molly goes to bed at eight, The time of day that Molly hates! Finally she climbs into bed, Snuggling up with 'Barbie'- And Ted! Mummy and Molly sing a song, Then she'll sleep All night long. A few soft words, And a goodnight kiss, Another day in the life Of this 'little miss' ! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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