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Right now I can think only about the one thing That is real to me: A stuffed bear. Its fuzzy feeling Reminds me of the good friend that Gave me this treasure. Separate from reality, This bear does not deal with Mistakes others made. It cannot change Like a person does. It smiles with curious eyes, A ribbon tied about its neck, Seemingly preventing its first breath. Sometimes people need to be more like Bear. Open to the world, Curious, But relatively unchanged by the environment And people At the end of the day. One time someone told me I was beautiful. Who knew I could be beautiful? I hope he never changes, Like my bear.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
Yale
Right now I can think only about the one thing That is real to me: A stuffed bear. Its fuzzy feeling Reminds me of the good friend that Gave me this treasure. Separate from reality, This bear does not deal with Mistakes others made. It cannot change Like a person does. It smiles with curious eyes, A ribbon tied about its neck, Seemingly preventing its first breath. Sometimes people need to be more like Bear. Open to the world, Curious, But relatively unchanged by the environment And people At the end of the day. One time someone told me I was beautiful. Who knew I could be beautiful? I hope he never changes, Like my bear.
Yale Definition: heraldic mythical beast; kind of lock
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
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