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The Doll

I have no name and been in this cardboard box all my life, bound with plastic ties and alone in the dark. Sometimes I hear voices pass by. Other times I hear people crying. The world outside of my thoughts is a mystery to me. I have this faint recollection of being told that one day I will be let free, given a name and be loved. I know this cannot be and yet I hope. I think I've been placed under a tree, whatever that might be

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Date: 12/20/2024 2:37:00 PM
Oh to be set free, given a name and be loved and adored by a child. How sad to be just left in a box alone and in the dark hearing life outside the darkness! Perhaps it will happen this Christmas if its a Christmas tree she/he have been placed under! Let me know Paul hehe!! Beautiful yet sad write Paul! SOUPMAIL my friend .....Debx
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Paul Willason
Date: 12/21/2024 4:00:00 AM
I am sure there is a happy ending....almost obligatory when it comes to Christmas. Many thanks Deb for stepping inside the poem...a bit of an imaginative leap I'm afraid. Take care my dear friend...
Date: 12/19/2024 7:09:00 PM
Who knew dolls were such deep thinkers?
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Paul Willason
Date: 12/20/2024 2:13:00 PM
And good observers too...much goes on in the unfathomable cavities of their minds. Many thanks Tom for your comments...

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