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Pattimouse 
The dolls of our childhood, are most, memorable, because, they were, the, very first objects of, attachment that we ever, had.
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Mine was a handmade clown. Made of fabric yoyo’s. The fabric was blue. I still wonder where the clown disappeared to.
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Monday poems from Pattimouse – Special Toys
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