I get my rag doll when I want to play;
And when I'm done, I put her down.
But when I want to play again,
I know where she is found.
This one thing you need to know;
You cannot come and go,
For I am not your rag doll
And not held in your depot.
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This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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