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Puppet On A String

Here I sit upon my shelf....
A puppet on a string
A wooden lifeless creature
Devoid of all feeling

You pick me up from time to time
You play for one more day
But then our time is over...
And you put me back away

I don't posess a wishing star
To make my dreams come true
But if I did I'd wish to be
Something more to you

Not just another toy to hold
And then left all alone again
I need your tears and laughter
Perhaps a lover or a friend

But someday someone will pick me up
And hold me close and then....
They'll wipe the dust off of my eyes....
To make me real in the end

~THE FLOWING PEN~

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