Dear Mr. Potato Head

June 1, 2009
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Dear Mr. Potato Head,
Your head is hollow.
Your shell is plastic.
Pieces of you, scattered.
Someone else chooses your eyes, your arms, your feet...
Someone else picks up the pieces.
What are you now?
Who are you now?
I miss the old you.
Mrs. Potato Head

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