I sat down with pen and paper,
A poem to compose.
What shall I write about,
My Teddy I suppose.
My Teddy is a dear old friend,
There since childhood.
When no one else got me,
My Teddy understood.
What is my Teddy thinking,
Sitting on my bed.
And then all of a sudden,
"I Love You," my Teddy said.
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