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the story of the companionship between a girl and her teddy bear |
| A Life Lost Long Ago My teddy is hiding under my bed, worn and torn, thinking of a life long ago. His life long ago When he was first presented to me As a present from my grandmother at birth, And now He is just a sentimental memory of her for me. His life long ago when I dragged him to my friends' houses for sleepovers, And he heard the crushes that changed form year to year, And all of the shared gossip- from "She stole my crayon!" to, "She said WHAT about me?!" Life long ago when I was sad, when I was angry, when I had a bad dream. He was always there, Waiting for me to come cuddle him in my arms. And now That I am older, I refuse to give him up. To give up that devoted little teddy bear, From my life long ago. |