I came across a photo
That dates back to the sixties,
In which I was a little girl—
A prodigy of the fifties.
Therein, I stood clutching
My little doll baby.
I was small and cute like her,
But she was cutest—maybe.
She became my best friend—
A security blanket,
Like Linus in Charlie Brown
With his security blanket.
But from Life's wear and tear,
She finally fell apart.
That little doll was everything
Unto my little heart.
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