Sunday, November 18, 2007

Ode to a teddy bear

This night, lying upon the living room floor, is a dead teddy bear.
Stuffing everywhere, poor bear.
Misty found a hole, in that bear.
She tugged, she pulled,oh that poor teddy bear
Lying there, in his fourth of July wear.
Flat is that bear, his middle just isn't there.
Poor bear he is everywhere.
Misty, wanna play tug a war?

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