Saturday, December 04, 2004

Why do I hug thee?

Why do I hug thee?
Why do I long to see you when we are miles apart?
Why do I miss you when you are not around?
Why do I squeeze you when I watch candy man?
Why do I pull your hair when I am reading Frankenstein?
Why do I look at you when I wake up in the middle of the night?

My handmade cotton stuffed piece of cloth,
You do not have a beating heart
You do not listen to me when I shout
You just rest on my shelf like a precious piece of art
When I struggle with my damn old fart

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