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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a realm of a childhood dream, Where joy and wonder reigned supreme, Lay a much adored doll, so small and sweet, With porcelain skin, dressed in a cute dress, so neat. Her eyes, like stars, sparkled bright, Her lips pursed with innocence, red in the light. She was cuddled and carried to the beach side, By her owner Kate, on her very first trip outside. But, in the romp and mayhem of the day, With so much laughter, fun and play, The little doll slipped from tiny hands, And fell onto the warm soft sands. Kate did not notice the doll was gone, As she was too busy tagging along, Skipping along the path to the beach. Only much later did she notice the breach. "Where, Oh where is my doll, she's lost" Little Kate cried, when beach was crossed. Her parents back-tracked and seared in vain, Hoping the doll would come back again. The doll cried with delicate voice, soft and pure, Echoing Kate's cries so hard to endure, Yet, no one ever heard the doll's plaintive cry, And as time went by, the doll wondered why. Alone, weary and cried-out, she took respite, In the moon's light, shining bright, She gazed at the stars and found solace there, Dreaming of a being embraced, back in care. But alas, the doll lost was never found, No one ever heard her plaintive cry sound. As the wind blew sand over her face, Alas, burying her, in this, her last resting place.
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