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Broken Baby Doll

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By seraphjordan   |   Watch
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Published: October 6, 2005
No one wants a broken baby doll.
Marked up skin
hair chopped
you see the holes?
they stab that baby
with something like
a knitting needle
only sharper
for pretty blond locks
until some thinker
comes along and
snips, snips, snips
testing, trying, wrecking
and changing baby.
Experiment over.
Baby back in box.
No one wants a broken baby doll.
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© 2005 - 2019 seraphjordan
Edna may like them....maybe.
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InvaderGen's avatar
the only toys I ever could have were ones scavenged from the garbage, so I feel like I can relate to this poem. Great work!
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laurapalmer|Professional Photographer
...but at least someone writes about them...unwanted, maybe, but never forgotten.
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chesirekitty's avatar
cute and tiring seems like you put so much energy in to this wicked piece good work
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silented's avatar
I broke my toys so I could fix them
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crusadist01's avatar
I always wanted the broken toys the most, cus I thought I could fix em. :)
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