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The Bear Of Me

Monday, August 27, 2007

Whe the sky dims and lamps lit,
Moon unveils itself and stars showed its glimmer,
I hid myself in the familiar corner of the room,
My right hand supporting Scott on my shoulders.
The smell of Scott never vanished,
The tears in his always swell but never fall.
The moon looked down and covered me
In her blanket of moonlight warmth
Stars danced around my body,
making Scott smile and began to dance as well.

But as the darjness come and spread like fire,
Dark clouds took away my blanket,
Strong winds blew away the stars.
Scott stood there, sad and helpless,
So i helped him back onto my shoulders
And rested my hand upon his.
Hush now my baby, go to sleep.
I will be here with you till dawn.

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