As a child I stand,
At the fence watching,
memories of yesterday.
A teddy called purple,
Missing her left eye,
Always my best friend.
Such innocent times,
Of love and laughter,
I sometimes miss.
Keeping them close,
The memories,
Like a treasure.
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As a child I stand, At the fence watching, memories of yesterday. A teddy called purple, Missing her left eye, Always my best friend. Such innocent times, Of love and laughter, I sometimes miss. Keeping them close, The memories, Like a treasure. A contest entry
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