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Jonny


Jonney was different, he had no friends 

Only dolls to play pretend

All the dolls he made his own

So realistic down to the bone

A tool of his imagination,

She was his best, his best creation

"Your out of tea, would you like another?"

But no response from his dead mother. 

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