A Teddy to call my own

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heres a light hearted poem about my Teddys; Dakota, and Teddy.

Submitted: December 08, 2011

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Submitted: December 08, 2011

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My Teddy is always there.

He's as big as a bear.

He hears my tears and

listens to my shame.

 

Yeah im 14 years old

and so I've been told,

Having a teddy, is just really lame.

 

I tell them all 'NO'

hes my friend and my bro,

his listening skills are way better than yours.

 

I ask him why snow is white,

and why day comes before night,

even about politics and laws.

 

We discuss the stars

and the moon ans mars

I tell him secrets that he'll keep.

 

And i'll love him forever,

Forget him? NEVER.

Not even when I sleep.


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