My Pet With No Pulse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A rememberance of my youth, a time when the only friend I had was my pet frog.

Submitted: May 18, 2007

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When I was so little I could talk with ants,
My mother would tuck me tight in my staight jacket of a blanket.
Back when I was so small I couldn't wear pants,
I had one friend; in my pocket he could fit.

His name was Froggy; he was my special friend.
He would keep me safe at night while I slept.
All of my fears he would mend.
My friend, the stuffed animal, my artificial pet.


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