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A short poem about a child's Teddy Bear.

Submitted:Mar 13, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

When I sleep I often wonder

Is there one to see my slumber?

My troubling sleep often goes unnoticed

When I dream of seeing locusts

Squirming there and over there

Going into my now hollowed skull

But there is! A mighty savior!

He may be stuffed and missing an ear

But he is mine, my teddy bear


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