this little piggy went to the market,
this little piggy stayed at home,
this little piggy had some roast beef,
and this little piggy had none,
this little piggy cried "wee wee wee...
I can't find my way home.
(: my dearest mum used to read to me when I was young. it was a lovely childhood indeed.
My first book was - the pig jumps (:
Haha... what's with me and all the pig business? and so it figures I'm piggy (:
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can't find her way home... it used to always end with laughter and giggles in my mum's warm embrace.
Joanne, just do it and do your best. You will find your way through the labyrinth... hang in there. HUGS.
LOVES, piggy (:
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