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Envious Of Teddy Bear

Truthfully, I'm not sad I'm not her lover,
But envious of her pretty teddy bear.
It cannot speak, blink or think.
It just stares at her lovely face.
Then, she gives it a warm embrace.

- Dean Crookes -

Submitted: Monday, March 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 06, 2013


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