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It must be hard being a stuffed bear. Everyone expects you to just Sit and stay In the same place Every. Single. Day. Life can be fairly boring Seeing the same sights, Doing the same monotonous work. But, on occasion, something happens That shakes the little bear's world. Maybe the master decides to move Or he brings in another That pushes the little bear farther And farther back into the corner Of shelf it is allowed. And through it all, The bear has to just ride the waves. Has to just accept what is And try to make the best of things- Even when it almost kills the bear too. But still the bear doesn't complain. It breaks down the older it gets And slowly feels forgotten Sitting up there on that shelf Gathering dust and debris. One day the stuffed bear's master Might throw the old ratty bear away But it will always be remembered As that cuddly, warm Made-everything-better, Stuffed Bear.
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
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It must be hard being a stuffed bear. Everyone expects you to just Sit and stay In the same place Every. Single. Day. Life can be fairly boring Seeing the same sights, Doing the same monotonous work. But, on occasion, something happens That shakes the little bear's world. Maybe the master decides to move Or he brings in another That pushes the little bear farther And farther back into the corner Of shelf it is allowed. And through it all, The bear has to just ride the waves. Has to just accept what is And try to make the best of things- Even when it almost kills the bear too. But still the bear doesn't complain. It breaks down the older it gets And slowly feels forgotten Sitting up there on that shelf Gathering dust and debris. One day the stuffed bear's master Might throw the old ratty bear away But it will always be remembered As that cuddly, warm Made-everything-better, Stuffed Bear.
Just something I had to put down... Will add a title later.
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
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