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Three Little Girls
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Three little girls
sitting in a row;
Cute as a picture from head to toe.
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Young Miss Blair
is growing so fast;
It's easy to see her childhood won't last.
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Little Miss Morgan
is the middle child;
She is her mom--bright and bubbly, not mild.
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Regan's the baby,
what can I say?
She gives a look and gets her own way.
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The Wilde girls,
that's who they are;
Loved by many, near and far.
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