There comes a time when girls grow up,
When they drop their toys and pick up make up.
It’s a time to say good bye to their dolls,
And run with their friends around malls.
But before I stuff my Barbie away,
I want to reflect on how I played,
She wasn’t just a toy with hair,
She was a person, I believed her name was Clare.
Clare was the most incredible fabrication
And it was all because of my im...
