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Missing Boyet Ld
When I was young, I named my doll Boyet
I played with him from sunrise to sunset
We’d some souvenir photos together
He was my precious gift from my godmother.
Our photo was framed and displayed at home
Showing his bald head, no need to comb
My mom had stitched tiny clothes for him
Along with mine, we were both looking prim.
One day, I played at the shore with my neighbors
Then built a small coconut hut far from the harbor
I brought Boyet for our role-play as a family
We slept there overnight with my dog, Willy.
Before dawn, an expected storm came
We all ran back home like a racing game
We left our toys and tools in our play house
Including Boyet wrapped in my old blouse.
When we returned the following day
Unimaginable wreckage was on display
Boyet got lost along with my playmates’ dolls
I cried out loud scaring all the seagulls.
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Len Gasun
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