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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.
Lovely poem!
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