The Lost Baby Doll Ld
(this is a true story, mine )
When I was just a tot, my tonsils got infected all the time
so my parents took me to the hospital right on time
All I could remember was a majestic doll with a pretty face
and eyes that opened and closed, with a hat of pretty lace
As he scooped me in his arms he gave me this doll
so I carried it with me everywhere I went, she was tall
but one day I fell asleep on the sidewalk, cause for alarm
still the doll was tucked safely under the crook of my arm
When I awoke the doll was gone, for years I did pine
and I wept bitterly for that doll that once was mine
a few years later as I grew grew up one day,
I found it sitting on the curb waiting for garbage day
It was all beaten up dirty, with missing limbs
and suddenly my memory dims
Was this the same doll dad gave me ?
I had to be ! It had to be !
Although the years did pass, my memory is like a feather
light and airy, like my dolly and I never could, forget her.
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