I walked up to the fourth floor, boy was that a bore. I walked into a wall,
with a picture of a doll. I then turned right,
wow-found a room with light. The doll show was in sight, this back room was filled with delight. Girls having so much fun, learning if their doll had won.
Date Written: 9/4/2020
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020
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