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December 29, 2010 / Samuel DiPaola

Baby Doll

I was traumatized by her baby doll face,
but she never knew.
The light from her eyes illuminated my world,
and her laugh was pure joy.
Exhibitions of art were a trivial bore when she was in the room.
If Michael Angelo only knew,
he would have put down his hammer and chisel
and realized no greater perfection.

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