Thursday, September 20, 2012

The Old Teddy Bear



I sit here on the shelf lonely and covered in dust,

Spiders cover me like a cloak,

People wander past,

Someone took me replaced my bow then tickled me,

Now I'm on a different shelf,

People start to gaze at me longingly,

A girl snatches me up from the shelf,

I know she'll always love me.

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