Midget Mommy Mimi
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Hey guys, I’m Mimi, yes, I met all your needs in a small 3-foot parcel. Not only can I change my baby's dirty diaper while standing, but if I need to suck my baby's milk, I can *blink* before or after changing the baby's dirty diaper! Have you ever wondered what it's like for such a small mother to feed you with her breasts and wait for you to suck them dry? Well, go to mom's room, she has a closet full of diapers, specially for you to change clothes! I know I am very young, but I am full of mother's love, and I will definitely take care of her baby in a great way! The best part of being a little mom is that if you want to be my father, as a little girl, I fit your knees, and I like being a little girl as a daddy. I can change your diaper, I cry like a perfect baby. I can climb directly into my bed and let my father come to see me in the middle of the night. I hope my father can tell me more secrets. I promise I will not tell my mother what my father did while sleeping. If I wet the bed, can you turn my little body over and spank me to wet the bed?
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1 (888) 430-2010April 16, 2010
They walk down the street- faces reflecting a calmness so unfamiliar to me. Little eyes looking up at them; unknowingly relying upon their presence. We share the same planet, yet I feel upon another. To know the warmth of a soft breath upon my neck and the soundness of sleep upon my breast is no more than a mystery. Time does not cure all wounds of the heart when the soul remains unfulfilled. My eyes turn to the sky and I wonder why I am on a path that no longer fits my feet? Like a flower awaiting spring so it can burst forth with all its splendor, color and life so lies my love- dormant within the depths of my heart yearning to burst forth and be poured upon another. I push my carriage on the sidewalks of life and peer into it; hoping to see love gazing up into my eyes; unconditional, pure, beautiful and magical- only to find the carriage empty. © Ellen M. DuBois Minnie
April 5, 2010
Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised he’d buy me a fairing should please me, And then for a kiss, oh! He vowed he would tease me, He promised he’d bring me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair. Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear, dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised to buy me a pair of sleeve buttons, A pair of new garters that cost him but two pence, He promised he’d bring me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair. Oh dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised he’d bring me a basket of posies, A garland of lilies, a garland of roses, A little straw hat, to set off the blue ribbons That tie up my bonny brown hair.