Molly the Dolly

The doll I have is more special than gold
It smells like an old cottage
It looks old and majestic like a toy in a store
Its dress looks like a Christmas tree in the cold snow
It has little red shoes as red as Rudolf’s nose
It feels cold and miserable on its face
It tastes like dust down in the garage where it’s cold and dusty
It sounds still like a butterfly lying on a leaf
She looks cold as cold as bears cage in the zoo the bear feels angry and scared
Sometimes I wish with it and
Molly is a great doll she feels freshly made from a factory at midnight it looks like she got caught in a box and sent to Africa for poor people to play with
she feels scared she does not like where she is the days she spent her time in Africa she tried to go……