My Puppeteer
Pull my strings, or I can't walk.
Pull my lever, so I can talk.
Made of plastic, with no heart.
As you wish, to tear apart.
Put me back, on my shelf.
I am no good, by myself.
Round and round, so we go.
You pull my strings, that's all I know.
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