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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=474024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Doll</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=474024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Doll<br>When mum went to work at the fish factory, there was no <br>money for baby-sitters; she gave me a black rag doll, to play <br>with. The doll, called Tom, was a caricature and today would <br> be seen as an insult. We had no radio or TV, and in the long <br>hours, when it rained and I could not go out, Tom became my <br>friend. Mum didn’t believe me when I said Tom could talk, but<br> only when we’re alone. School began I had new friends, and <br>boys don’t play with dolls; Tom ended up at the bottom of <br>a drawer. Forty years later I found Tom, in a shoe-box in <br>the basement, his fuzzy head rested on a pillow. I thought of <br>the time when he could talk. I put him back in the box and <br>taped the lid. Tom is dead, so is my childhood. In the stillness <br>I hear winds of coming chill, blow leaves along the asphalted <br>lane and far from where it all began.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a></strong></div>

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