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Jan 2013
You know that favorite toy.
The one that was the first picked,
and in pristine condition.
How it was perfect and beautiful.
Remember how it was loved.

But at some point it was broken.
Left on the shelf to collect dust,
and now its dirt, used.
No longer good enough as is.
It would have to be fixed.

Though fixing it comes at a price.
with out fixing it whats the use,
why keep it around.
It's worthless.

But it's not always the toys fault.
people play rough, cause it to be damaged.
it was pristine, it was perfect, it was.
Then it was used.
Written by
Ky
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     Timothy, Pure LOVE and Ky
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