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Some houses try to hide the fact children shelter there,
Ours boasts of it quite openly, the signs are everywhere.

For smears are on windows, little smudges on the door,
I should apologize, I guess, for toys strewn on the floor.

But I sat down with the children and we played and laughed and read,
And if the doorbell doesn’t shine, their eyes will shine instead.

For when at times I’m forced to choose the one job or the other,
I want to be the homemaker, but first I’ll be a mother.

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