The Unfairness Of Angels

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First smash the metal thing
Then go to the kitchen
To get a drink
Then throw wooden things in the sink
Why's dad saying don't do that?
I think I'll talk to Uncle Matt
I like Uncle Matt he's really cool
Although right now he's watching football
He told me once about the Noahs Ark tale
But I prefer the one about the whale
I don't know about a flood
But I really like playing in the mud
Now I am going to shut the door
So no one can see me draw on the floor
This is going to take more time
I'd much rather listen to a nursery rhythm
I think I'll build the ark another day
Because now I think it's time for play!



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