Inspired by Charles Messina
Written 6/18/2023
Millie our three-year-old With tears that rolled Down her pink little cheeks As she looks around and peeks Under her dolls bed And under its bedspread. I went out to see what was wrong, It was going on too long. "Mommy, I cannot find my doll. I had her wrap in her shawl And laid her here in her bed." I look up our yorkie has fled Into the house to his bed. There under his chin laid the doll. "No. No Loll. It’s not your doll."
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