My 55 year old little teddy bear is sitting right behind me in my office here- he's the one my parents brought to me in the hospital when I was 6 months old with severe pneumonia, stuck in an oxygen tent. The doctors had told them to be prepared I might not survive....but I did, and they got to bring me home (with my bear) in Christmas Eve.
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(I liked the poem, but I have to say the 'F word' seems out of place and unnecessary.)




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