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Painted Doll
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Dead Children My tiny, fragile painted doll
How be it you are so small
Lying still no breath about you
How be it smile and pout flew
Your small cradle has become a box
How be it my heart is lost
Half a child and even more
How be it you are no more
i really really like this poem..its great work, all the poems i read that you have are very good. keep writin