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Your Forgotten Teddy Bear

It sits in a box On a closet shelf An extension for years Of your tiny self A brown teddy bear You once held dear and carried around I remember it clear I’ve taken it down A time or two To remember a time When devotion was true It still wears the nose That it was given Though bald in places Where fur is missin’ With one eye lost We never found You loved it still With friendship sound A childhood memory That I hold dear Comes to me When I hold it near Written for The Teddy Bear Picnic Contest by: Debra Squyres on 1-12-13

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Date: 1/29/2013 9:34:00 AM
A great win. Congratulations. Love, Joyce
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Date: 1/29/2013 12:15:00 AM
love the missin eye....Seren
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Date: 1/28/2013 11:06:00 PM
beautifully done Debra, congrats on your win in the contest
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Date: 1/28/2013 9:41:00 PM
Debra, Congratulations :-) on a cuddly interesting childhood thought and poem. Enjoyed your "Teddy Bear Picnic" winning poem in SandI's contest, ~Always* PD
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Date: 1/28/2013 9:22:00 PM
thank you' SandyIvy
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Date: 1/12/2013 9:57:00 PM
this is adorable!! well, I scanned your poetry and could not see the one you alluded to in that other poem , about your mom's empty room. Is this a poem you have posted here?
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Date: 1/12/2013 5:18:00 PM
This write will do very well in the contest! I really enjoyed reading this wonderful and tremendous poem this evening my friend! This is a remarkable piece, one of stupendous nature! Great Work!!
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Date: 1/12/2013 4:03:00 PM
wonderful write Debra.....best wishes
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Date: 1/12/2013 3:27:00 PM
This is lovely Debra. i have been trying to get arouind to writing one. The contests have been coming so fast. My husband died suddenly without warning of a heart attack. He had always had perfect heath as far as we knew and was a very outgong personality. I lost my son at 55 with the same scenario. Love, Joyce
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Date: 1/12/2013 2:43:00 PM
If he did not come out of the closet ..... it came in your loving thoughts and got a cute poem. - Cosy memories Debra! - A Teddy Bear hug to you from me. - Have a nice weekend. - / / / / Good luck in contest hope the cutest teddy will win. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)
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