Found this in my purse:
A Broken Doll
Porcelain fine and fair
with scratches here and there
Still pure it ever glows
Eyes of shining light
who've long seen only night
But they still happiness hold
Locks of perfect curls
the softest in the world
Though matted, they are fine
This broken doll, a beauty from
an age that is long gone
But the doll remains, lovely still
beauty, held inside
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