by Unknown
Jul 2009 290 Views 0 comments
Just Seven
The seven year old boy wears his Sunday best this day.
His porcelain face is flawless,
and his complexion rosy- a work of art.
His neatly pressed clothes perfectly fit,
and adorn him handsomely.
Yet, the mannequin body is inanimate,
as it rests in a small grey casket.
His porcelain face is flawless,
and his complexion rosy- a work of art.
His neatly pressed clothes perfectly fit,
and adorn him handsomely.
Yet, the mannequin body is inanimate,
as it rests in a small grey casket.
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Posted: Jul 2009
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