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Feb 2021
Little doll made of sticks,
his body felt as heavy as bricks.

Even as he lived in the forest,
he always came by a young little florist.

Nobody believed his words, not even all of the blue jay birds.

For the people around him his nose grew,
Even though to him, all he was feeling was blue.
Written by
Ella Stefan  16/F
(16/F)   
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   Anna-Marie Rose
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