doing what I love to do,
My mind has been on dolls,
Mary and the
Recently an acquaintance posted about 'Rag Doll', this is me at the moment,
I feel a bit like a rag doll, the stuffing has been knocked out a little.
So I'm taking time to just be, to gather myself, to see
where I can patch things up a bit, maybe a dash of
rouge will do the trick! I'm giving myself some
'Mary mother love'.
I'm sending back my thanks
Virgin a Day
Recuerda mi Corazon
I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world;
Her cheeks were so red and so white; dears,
And her hair was so charmingly curled.
But I lost my poor little doll, dears,
As I played in the heath one day;
And I cried for her more than a week, dears;
But I never could find where she lay.
I found my poor little doll, dears,
As I played in the heath one day:
Folks say she is terrible changed, dears,
For her paint is all washed away,
And her arm trodden off by the cows, dears,
And her hair not the least bit curled:
Yet for old sakes' sake she is still, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world.