The Pooh Room
Leftovers from a child's dream
where Christopher Robin and his crew
imagined a world of Tigger and Pooh,
when innocents thrived and saw only good
gentle, soft gestures within the wood
where time along still and quiet stood.
Bring back those days of wonderment
when my children could pursue their dreams
and life itself could laugh and sing,
no AI, no Tik Tok challenges
just pure imagination and carefree dalliances
let me be a child once more.
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