Toys

The bright red firetruck
The delicate plush doll
The squeaky yellow duck
The crazy haired troll

The bright red firetruck
Was a favorite one
But then a dent it struck
And was left alone

The delicate plush doll
Lent peaceful nights of slumber
But when time came to call
Was given to a world sombre

The squeaky yellow duck
Showed calm in its travel
When hands failed to pluck
It sailed to sea unravel

The crazy haired troll
Who could not forget about that?
Where is it now, where did it crawl
Has the answer not

Let not
That truck, that doll, that duck, that troll
Go the way of those forgot
For toys are toys, but never all.

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