I remember a Russian doll, by the fireplace.
I took it apart
But could trace
Therein no heart,
For ‘Twas only art.
With no start
Or conclusion.
‘Twas a mere confusion
Of toy
And boy.
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K Morris - Poet 
Love this 🙂
Thank you. I am delighted that you like “Russian Doll”. Kind regards, Kevin