Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.
And then when they dunk me suddenly into that cold, dirty, germy mess, I will remember my previous unbaptized self. And cry.
that was me, n! i seem to be forgetting to sign on nowadays. n! n! n!
n!: Ah, the voice of experience. Having pangs about being dunked into the cold, dirty germy mess that is motherhood, are we?
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