Here is my dolly all tattered and torn.
Everyone loves her even though she is worn.
Her body is floppy and her hair is a mess,
But I love her dearly,
and she loves me best!
I can't take the credit for writing this poem of the one about Daddy from earlier; I found them on the internet but this picture is what the author was speaking about.
World, meet Yaya....
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