Chirty

M Mary Nagy Mary Nagy
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There once was a girl we called Chirty. She was happy just when she was dirty. She would sleep with the dogs and play with the hogs and stay up catching bugs till 2: 30. She just loved anything that could crawl. When she'd show me, you know I would bawl. I can't stand the bugs but I'll still give her hugs. (even when she hangs them on her wall) . One day she was catching a snake I was praying it only was fake. It was not only real but a really BIG deal when it joined in our swim at the lake. She's an animal lover, no doubt and she never stays in.....only out. When she's old she may change... that would seem oh so strange cause this is just what she's about!

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