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Yes, My Dear Father.


I am a girl, Just barely 13, And everyday I scrub and I clean, Did you vacuum the carpet? Did you scrub the walls? Yes, my dear father I have done it all. May I go play outside today? No you may not, Go do the laundry. Did you finish the dishes? Did you wash the floors? Right away, my dear father. Not right away! It should have been done! I'm sorry my father I'll finish it now, Then hurry it up! He screams and he yells, For that's my dear father, And I am his maid.
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