Rosy painted
Cheeks of satin
Rub against my
Face. I hug my
Doll so tight.
She’s mine, alive as
Human, her
Delicate eyes twinkling,
Tattered, ragged, old
As ever but still
Mine. I whisper all my
Secrets to her and she
Keeps them - she’s a
Faithful friend who sits upon my
Pillow, waiting for
Me every day. My
Little ragged doll, who’s
Always there…
Lifeless, but lifelike still.
xox Blue Baby
Author notes
about my little rag doll, Blue Baby, who I got when I was born she's so awesome
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yay i already knew this but you rock lise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry im going overboard but im a "happy camper"
lillie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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i suspect this poem is about blue baby... hence the blue background
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well duh, if you read the author's notes, you wouldn't be so clueless...
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Awe this is sweet and cute emotions run deep as you write about your doll keep this doll forever you may need to pass it down someday...
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wow this poem is even better than mine!!!
i really like this line
Delicate eyes twinkling,
very vivid with your description of your doll...cool you had her since you were born!! never ever had anything that long before
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