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The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow, for children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
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