Good Day, Sunshine!
Five days of rain
Now here comes the sun!
Sun, Sun, Sun,
Here it comes...
A desiccated Cheerio under my pillow starts the day
Probably a month old, left by you or your brother...
Two-year molars emerging make you feel lousy
So sad, pretty baby, let's together eat the sun,
it'll make you feel better...
Mommy doing laundry with the boy and the illegal Chinese and Oaxacans...
They eat a quesadilla...
We eat the sunshine...
And you eat some sand...
You like the taste of this playground better than most
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