Little Doll

Long flowing hair
Reaching to her waist
Kind brown eyes
That whisper words of comfort
Small plush arms with porcelain hands reach out to her girl
'Pick me up, pick me' up she cries
Cuddles and play time
The years fly by
And the older she the girl gets
The lesser are their times
But as the young woman looks into her closet
This is what she finds
A small little doll tattered
But with the same kind eyes

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