There was a sweet little girl who really didn't know how to pace herself.
There was a sweet little girl who really didn’t know how to pace herself.
“There was a little girl, with a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good, she was really, really good
And when she was bad,
She was horrid.”
That’s me in a nutshell, in particular with not knowing how to pace myself. When I’m on a roll, there’s no one with more energy than me. When I’m not, I’m like a limp dishrag.
One of my biggest…
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