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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:46:36 GMT
I stir their spaghetti.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:46:46 GMT
I juggle to amuse them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:47:21 GMT
I jump over them with pogosticks.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:48:20 GMT
I paint their hooves.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:48:35 GMT
I tell them dirty limericks.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:48:58 GMT
I kiss their noses.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:49:14 GMT
I race them to the barn and back.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:50:02 GMT
I shear them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:50:12 GMT
I dye them puce.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:50:22 GMT
I scramble eggs for them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:50:44 GMT
I hug them and call them Judy.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:50:57 GMT
I walk them past the well.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:53:39 GMT
I play Mortal Kombat with them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:54:50 GMT
I teach them karate.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 4, 2015 5:55:01 GMT
I trade stickers with them.
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