Taken into school to be shown,

Left behind to be picked up by the unknown,

Served it's time as a trend,

Thrown into a closet with all the other odds and ends.

Left into the hands of the lesser order,

While they go off with a fellow hoarder,

Taken out and played with occassionally,

But never taken out of the house,

It will find its grave eventually,

This is the life and  times of a toy.

The End

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