Poem....I am a toy on the table. lonely and unstable. I am broken and waiting to repaired. cause there once was someone who cared. It was girl who was always sad. Until she found me then she was glad. She came in and sat me down. She was happy at what she found. She worked on fixing my broken parts. Like my head and arms,but mostly my heart. Everyday with a smile she came. Everyday beautifly the same She fixed me up pretty good. Im glad she did cause no one else would. But Im still not done yet. On this table i still sit. Because one day she stopped comingPoem....
James Hook
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