Ode to the stuffed mouse 5/5 (2)

Without you little friend,
I would be lost,
By all costs,
You hug me at night,
And without a fright,
I fall asleep shamelessly,
You have fame among my friends, I admire that,
little friend.
Now back to the bed,
Where I rest my head,
the monsters may be gone,
But that doesn’t stop both of us from fretting
about the bed bugs.


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