The dolls <br />in the doll's house <br /> <br />sit perfectly <br />still <br /> <br />petrified with fright <br /> <br />as the gigantic eye <br />of the little girl <br /> <br />peers in <br />the left hand corner window <br /> <br />of where <br />they live. <br /> <br />They don't <br /> say a word <br /> <br /> <br />until she <br />leaves <br /> <br />a voice <br />calling her <br /> <br />for: 'Tea! '<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tea-for-byran/
