It's her favorite toy,
with those pliable legs,
and bendable arms.
She can style the hair,
in any fashion she desires,
only to get it messed up in bed.
Pulling on the invisible string,
she makes the toy say things,
like "I love you."
Like all the toys she has,
it goes on the shelf when she's through,
which is where I sit - collecting dust.
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