Dolls


O’ to be a doll, what a life that would be! No one ever makes dolls imperfect; they’re always the loveliest things you’ve ever seen.

O’ to be a doll, what a life that would be! They always have on the latest in fashion; never do they wear rags.

O’ to be a doll, what a life that would be! They’re teachers and doctors and lawyers, never are they garbage-men or janitors or unsuccessful writers.

O’ to be a doll, what a dull life that would be! Never unhappy, never ugly, never unsuccessful, never stupid. But why do I still want to be a doll?




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