THE WOODEN DOLL
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If only I was a beautiful doll,
My ragged hair should be lustrous gold,
My face all streaky and growing with mold,
Used to be gorgeous and glowing like marigold's!

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I was made from pine and carved very fine,
Wearing a dress of silk and white lines.
I sat on a window, oh how I shined,
As the golden sun played on my supple brown eyes.

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Along came a girl stuck up with pride,
Bought me for a pound and a dime,
She stuffed me roughly in a sack,
And hauled me up upon her back.

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I was played with very badly and made into ruins,
Then cast out as a tin of old sandwich filling.
And now I sit here hoping I will land,
Into a pair of friendly hands.

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I watch the Nanny polish and shine,
Who knocks me out the windows shrine.
Along comes a girl tender and kind,
Cleans up my lonely life.

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She makes herself mine,
And I make myself hers,
So together we are never lonely,
Because we live in matrimony.

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┬ęBy Lady Isis