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Old Mother Hubbard lived in a shoe,
She had so many children,
She didn't know what to do.
So she moved to Atlanta.
Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease to be;
They are but broken lights of thee.
-- Tennyson
Children aren't happy without something to ignore,
And that's what parents were created for.
-- Ogden Nash
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