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Still My Friend
Contributed by
shinji_kusa
on
Tuesday, 4th March 2008 @ 05:31:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Here I sit,
Day after day,
Waiting for you,
Torn and frayed.
I’m in a closet,
I’m in a barn,
I’m under a bed,
I’m made of yarn.
When was the last time,
You played with me?
That tender age,
Of two or three?
Remember my voice?
I had a name…
You might have forgotten,
But I’m still the same.
Pass me on,
To your little kid,
To a young neighbor,
To a lonely friend.
I’ll miss you,
But that’s the way,
Stuffed animals live,
Play by play.
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shinji_kusa
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2008-03-04 05:31:50] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Still My Friend
(User Rating: 1 ) by BornReckless on
Tuesday, 4th March 2008 @ 06:32:32 AM AEST (User
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Aw stuffed animals are the best, they don't poop all over the place. Cute poem you got here. |
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