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broken toys
A broken down toy stands all alone
With a sad little face whats been chewed like a bone,
The memory’s it keeps are happy and clear
Of the young boy that used to play and treat him dear
eyes are faded, paintwork chipped chunks missing were he has been nipped
But now it’s stands in the dark all day no to care no one to play
Wondering why its master went away deciding not to play
Cowboys and Indians space men to thrown in a box with nothing to do
Time seems endless as the lid starts to close
Very soon this will be crushed life extinguished lost without love.
