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That night, I was a clockwork doll
and I whirled around, this way and that,
and I fell on my face and shattered to bits
and they tried to fix me with all their skill.
Then I was a proper doll once…
Contributor:
Dahlia Ravikovitch
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1959