Oldies Dolly Girl She was formed from white tissue A red poppy petal made A mouth that was so sweet and true And that would never fade. Small blue flowers lit up her eyes Her tears were morning dew Her mouth began to look surprised. Her love; well that just grew. Her smile was made of all things... Sign in to see full entry.
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