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Jan 2019
One is a peasant, a miniature one to be exact.
Who had seen some better days.
All worn out and silent,
I have kept it for display.

One is blind who lost both sight,
Probably stumbled its way to a thrift shop.
The previous owner could have pushed it eyes out.
Poor lad, its eyes got filled with dollop.

Lastly the one doll I am proud,
Is a musical doll I recently picked up.
You can wind it up and leave it playing,
Until the end of the sonata unless it suddenly stops.
Written by
Ian ortega
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