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There you sat with kid-safe scissors
And scraps of white paper.
With tape and glue I came to life--
I, a likeness of her.
When I was formed, you took markers
(About a half-dozen)
And set about to color me
In likeness of your cousin.
You took the yellow--her favorite--
And scribbled in my skin.
With the red you drew a large mouth,
A likeness of her grin.
Before long, the color was done,
But something was amiss.
I needed more; I lacked pizzazz--
Not at all her likeness.
Then you got a bright idea
And darted out the room.
You returned with the perfect “jewel.”
The "likeness" could resume.
Upon my head you stuck the “jewel”--
That dinosaur band-aid--
And announced that I was finished:
A likeness of that maid.
When you gave me to your cousin,
She teased you as she did.
But I could only hide my love--
A likeness of that kid.
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