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Aug 2018
In the morning,
they worked hard
because they worked
for themselves.

By afternoon
were disenchanted
and became goods
upon a shelf.

But that night
the moon turned red
because the toys
came to life.

The next day
the twist ties were left
but not a thing
was right.
Written by
Jabin  28/M/Tennessee
(28/M/Tennessee)   
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