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Oct 2018
Pooh Bear, Pooh Bear call my name.
Holler Christopher Robin to keep me sane
I don’t like this disappearing game
You hid in the roses and were never seen again
Tears stream down my face leaving a stain
Screaming for you left my throat raw from the strain
Hid in the roses never to be seen again
Tears fall down my face leaving a stain.
Screaming for you leaves my throat burning from strain



Pooh Bear Pooh Bear call my name
Please do not refrain


I need you with me on this train
Do you have no shame?
Can you at least explain?
When did this turn into a disappearing game?
Elisabeth
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Elisabeth  22/F
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