My Kitchen Table - Poem by Peter Krisciunas
There is a doll head, and
It is a beautiful specimen...
Long blonde locks
Made for a new creation
Simple in stature -
Complicated in meaning...
And I can't help but wonder
Who will she share her last dance
P.S. - No dolls were harmed
in the writing of this poem
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