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There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And when she was horrid
She was ever so torrid
Sending all the little boys to their knees
-Possessive
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