Twirling Doll
*(Note: Inspired by Hide and Seek)
When I was just a little girl,
I had an old doll that used to twirl.
She twirled all day and all night,
to my great and wonderful delight.
The doll was tall,
yet would not fall.
Her eyes were white,
and none too bright.
The hair was matted,
her dress was tatted.
And all she would do is twirl,
a spinning, twirling, little girl.
Then one day, to my surprise,
came her complete and utter demise.
While in the middle of her twirl,
I realized she was a real girl.
And in the mirror, I would finally see,
that twirling girl was really me.
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