My little doll She's not a man made doll, Dressed in satin , three foot tall. With a sweet smile carved on her face. Hair all covered with white lace. with blue ribbions takening first place She's a broken vessele, mended by my fathers grace, with a tiny tear stained face. Chipped worn and marred. from worldly abuse she scarred. many times lost out in the yard She used, and she's worn. and by the world she's scorned. But she's loved most all, and to me she stands so tall. and fairest of them all. Sunny

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