Lady Left Behind
I have a doll with one arm.
She's lovely, soft, and kind.
I found her in an alley.
She's Lady Left Behind.
Somebody didn't want her;
I feel that way sometimes.
I hug her tight and she hugs me,
My Lady Left Behind.
Most other dolls are perfect.
My doll and I don't mind.
I love her so and she loves me,
Dear Lady Left Behind.
Anne Knowles
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