by Tsipi Keller
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by Alan Lelchuk
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by S Yizhar
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by Yaakov Shabtai
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by Anton Shammas
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from “Clockwork Doll”
I was a clockwork doll, but then
That night I turned round and around
And fell on my face, cracked on the ground,
And they tried to piece me together again.
Then once more I was a proper doll
And all my manner was nice and polite.
But I became damaged goods that night,
A fractured twig poised for a fall.
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