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Little dolly on her horse,      how she rocks back and forth, chaos upon the others as she pulls strings      through the room disruptions she brings. A permeant stitch upon her face       hiding the reality of mistrust in place, of what she did to others feelings       thinking of her own fun instead. Little toys, patch work dolls        afraid to lose a stitch or worse. This nightmare on a wooden horse        ruining the bedroom of toy and child. She smiles with glee as the horse says nay      but she doesn't listen to anyone today forth and back she doesn't care of who is scared      then what was not even a thought goes wrong. But rocking and frolicking has its woes      as poor little horsy snapped a rocker and doll fell with quite a tumble      Mummy came and saw the mess. Poor little horsy got put in the trash,       in the corner she does now stay. As not forgiven for her wayward ways,       and for rocker that got thrown away. Remember that what we do has repercussions          be it toy or child, we must think first. For if we are selfish and not thinking of others,   then it will inevitably be us that is in trouble
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
Little Doll On A Rocking Horse
Little dolly on her horse,      how she rocks back and forth, chaos upon the others as she pulls strings      through the room disruptions she brings. A permeant stitch upon her face       hiding the reality of mistrust in place, of what she did to others feelings       thinking of her own fun instead. Little toys, patch work dolls        afraid to lose a stitch or worse. This nightmare on a wooden horse        ruining the bedroom of toy and child. She smiles with glee as the horse says nay      but she doesn't listen to anyone today forth and back she doesn't care of who is scared      then what was not even a thought goes wrong. But rocking and frolicking has its woes      as poor little horsy snapped a rocker and doll fell with quite a tumble      Mummy came and saw the mess. Poor little horsy got put in the trash,       in the corner she does now stay. As not forgiven for her wayward ways,       and for rocker that got thrown away. Remember that what we do has repercussions          be it toy or child, we must think first. For if we are selfish and not thinking of others,   then it will inevitably be us that is in trouble
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
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