I was a clockwork doll that night,
and I turned left and I turned right
and when I fell and broke to bits,
they recomposed my wax and wits.
I was a proper doll once more,
my manner carefully demure;
and yet a doll of another kind—
an injured twig that tendrils bind.
And when they asked me to a ball—
although my steps were rhythmical,
they partnered me with dog and cat.
My hair was gold, my eyes were blue.
I wore a dress where flowers grew.
Cherries blazed on my straw hat.
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[Sic transit gloria mundi][1]…
[1]: http://www.haaretzdaily.com/hasen/spages/615257.html
URL: http://valis.cs.uiuc.edu/~sariel/blog/index.php/archives/2005/08/21/clockwork-doll/