...dolls?



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Mum's Saucy Walker doll was lifesize, dense
With features such as truly walking, frail
As plastic and sheer dreams. I thought, sans bail,
She was NOT cute, nor liked her aspect, whence
I left Mum's doll to perish sans defense,
Her joys in that toy only hers, the trail
To playing at house for me: a doll t'avail
As big as Saucy Walker, cuter for intents.
No, Katy could not walk, just wet all her
Fine diapers, whilst I chewed her bottle to
Destruction. I recall the toy store fer
My desp'rate dreams, with Katy's shelf high, too
High for but grown-ups; Saucy Walker, poor
As Mum's dreams languished. LORD, how I need You.

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