Life as a Doll

May 31, 2010
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I am cold, but always cheerful.
My smile stays forever glowing.
My hair, never out of place.
It's about lunch time, the wrapping paper ripped.
I eat a piece of cake, and get it in my hair.
I play dress up with a bunch of friends.
They give me haircuts, change my clothes I look in the mirror I can't believe my hair is gone, my clothes are torn.
I'm cold still, my mouth still smiling, and always cheerful.

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