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Evelyn!
Evelyn is a doll
Just a rather large doll
She's not made of porcelain
She's only made of wood
With a shock of black hair
Hidden under a hood
Cigarette burns & scars
Pot-mark her face
And, she lives under the bed
In an old leather case
She's missing an eye
From when thrown at a wall
Her tattered old dress
No longer fit for a ball
Oh...
Sunday 14th March 2021 5:00 pm
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