I used to love
To play with dolls…
I’d rip off their heads
And play with their hair
What was the use for the bodies?
The bodies were usually
Mangled beyond repair
When my dog was through with them
But what did I care?
I only wanted the dolls
For their hair…














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My poetry @ [link]
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...be quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger...
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"Boredom kills. It may not kill you but it certainly kills braincells."
-Me-
Well-behaved women seldom make history.
-Laurel Thatcher Ulrich-
I'm glad you like this. It was just one of those spur of the moment type poems.
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"Boredom kills. It may not kill you but it certainly kills braincells."
-Me-
Well-behaved women seldom make history.
-Laurel Thatcher Ulrich-
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My poetry @ [link]
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bindii for dollphobia [link]
I loved playing with the hair. I would attempt to cut the hair and wash the hair and once i even attempted to dye the hair... it never seemed to work out all that well.
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I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again. -Oscar Wilde-
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