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Eyes to see and a head to hold
A neck that holds a neclace of gold.
A mouth that speaks a tale of words
The stomach - that holds a breakfast of curds.
A beating heart - made of stone
I stay in my room, all alone.
Two hands & ten fingers to help hold
Worth their very wieght in gold.
Ten toes, two feet
Takes us on a path of meet & greet.

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