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Molly Molly stood alone and forlorn Long stringy hair the color of corn Her face was dirty covered with dust Tears streaked down like lines of rust Head hung low, her chin was drooped Shoulders rounded, bent in a stoop Her eyes focused upon the ground Her forehead creased in a deep frown Her dress was filthy, like a tattered rag In her hand she carried an old school bag Her legs were skinny, her feet were bare A piece of string tied her long dirty hair When seeing me her face got a look of alarm I told her that I wished her no harm She wiped her tears and said, I'm Molly Will you help me look for my baby Dolly? Mommy gave it to me before she died Daddy won't look with me," she cried He thinks I'm too big and Dolly ran away But I have only been six just over a day Mommy said that Dolly would always stay That she'd never leave me or go away Then she moved her bag to her other hand And I found her Dolly laying by in the sand Thank youundocked22 for this image Thank you cla_reecy for your help with the last line of verse five.
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