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Scruffy the Bear

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?

I remember having a very small bear when I was a very little baby. It had bits of fluff sticking out from his arm joints. This poem is for you Scruffy.

POEM FOR SCRUFFY

I once had a bear, so scruffy and cute,
his fluff poured from his joints.
I once had a bear he was dirty and cream,
he was better than a dream.
I still have that bear deep in my heart,
scruffy and I will never part.

HAIKU

I did love my bear.

It had creamy scruffy hair.

A bear that did care.

Edwin the Bear

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