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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Aug 19 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.19.21.44.32559]] |
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Where have you gone? My doll where have I put you? I search frantic around the house Where are you hiding? Are you lost in a cup of tea? When you are not there I pace with fright Please give in to my pain and indulge me one last glimmer Each hour holds a new round of running yelling screaming in vain Where have you gone? I meant no harm I will be gentle and kind if you only could dream for me a safe place to keep you. Pain and fear engulf my fraile body at the thought of you not home. Each hour sends me checking phoning excuses to call My doll where have I put you? |