I had a Raggedy Ann doll
In my early childhood...
A time when infections raged,
And memories weren't so good.
She was there to comfort me
In the distant 'way back when',
As fevers ravaged my body...
The desert heat one hundred and ten.
She was quite soft and squeezable
When I clutched her to my breast;
So sweet and accommodating,
And I thought she was the best.
Always up for a hug, and a chat,
That floppy little rag doll;
Of all my fondest memories,
She is a favorite to recall.
A.K. Garrigus
July 30, 2005
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