OsoA Poem by A
I have Oso
(A bear spelled out Spanish style) wearing Kakis with stitched up pockets and button seemingly useless made of a fabric that is Nothing special a blue t-shirt bearing the smallest of shirt pockets in existence containing Nothing special tennis shoes tiny enough for an infant clunky with strings that don't affect the way they are worn falling off left and right as if they are Nothing Special but he is you and you are him I hug him as I drift off to sleep because I cannot always hold you in my arms I love my stuffed Oso but compared to you he is Nothing Special -A © 2016 A |
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Added on June 30, 2016 Last Updated on June 30, 2016 |