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    The Toy

    a haiku poem

    less than 1 minute read

    Doug Langille

    Doug Langille

    hack writer & shameless technophile

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    The Toy

    pretty little thing,
    won’t you spin and dance and sing?
    mend your broken spring.

    Photo by Alex of Gothenburg

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    Tags: grounded, melancholy, poetry, solitude

    Published: May 19, 2014

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