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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 3/26/2014 8:47:00 PM
lol...I still love this one... viewing all my favorite poems...:) Linda
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Date: 7/24/2010 2:02:00 PM
Welcome to Poetry Soup.. so enjoyed reading your very creative write tonight.. with luv..
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Date: 7/24/2010 1:00:00 PM
oh my goodness you are new here and i love the only poem you got here..Sorry for being so straight forward. I never read a puppet poem being compared like this,,wow!! wow! really impressed.. This poem is for sure going to my favorite,..Have a fun day,..p.d.
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