She was a doll.
She was bald.
She had a Tax Jumper
And bicycle pumper.
I loved her so much
I never let anyone touch.
If they did,
They would no longer be a kid.
She always wore sunflowers
And fell in powders.
One time she took a bath
After she left a mud path.
She always cheered me up
When I was crying like a pup.
Why does she always laugh?
I will never know, not even after 10 paragraphs.
Maybe because she is happy to be with me
In a joining circle of life and a family tree.
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