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Puppet Lady

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Razel Ruins Birthdays


Razel the ice-witch who lived in her ice tower,
Decided one day to take away Krendoll birthdays
With her ice-witch power,
She was jealous for her in her mind,
She thought her died on her birthday when she was five.
Razel as a young girl at the birthday cake,
Decided right then all dolls were fake.
She would have her ice robots made on Iceron that year,
She would make a gigantic Ice-Robot without any fear.

Submitted: Thursday, September 20, 2012
Edited: Friday, September 21, 2012

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Written by Puppet Lady on September 7,1997
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