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Dolls Faces

Dolls Faces left unseen.

Left as merely a dream .

Stuck in a dusty room.

Stuck in blackness and gloom.

Played with never again left to clutter and debris.

A casualty of modern consumerism.

This is not a computer screen face .

But this doll hasĀ her place.

This was grandmasĀ doll her favourite one .

Passed down for generation's to come .

This doll should have her place to reign supreme .

And live on in the window of our dreamsĀ Ā Ā .

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

stephanie taylor,

Good write, Thanks for sharing, I love the below lines, My applause, My vote

This was grandmasĀ doll her favourite one .

Passed down for generation's to come .

This doll should have her place to reign supreme .

And live on in the window of our dreamsĀ Ā Ā .

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Georgina Richardson

A lovely piece that reminds us all of the simple things in life that need to be cherished. Love G xx

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Tony Taylor

Hi Miss Taylor,Ā  I've never read you before but,...........I really like this write........you have a great sense of timing that really makes this flow well.........the simplicity of it is quite compelling.........LOVED the final line..........."And live on in the window of our dreams..".............well done my friend........smiles.......tony xx

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