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Dumpster Teddy Bear
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Dumpster Teddy Bear |
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Shortysdadd Junior Member
since 2011-06-26
Posts 39 |
And I would talk to him with my nervous tick. Rubbing tiny sand covered fingers through my greasy hair. His One coat, one shirt, one pants and that smell. God, what was that Dirt? I have loved dirt ever since. And he was mute with eyes that screamed. Though sometimes crusty. There were times that I would give my life to wipe them with my spitted thumb but never. And in his royal court. that nasty curb my toes in the gutter. I would chatter to him endlessly. To the sneers of the well suited passing by. And I would tell him things I wouldn't whisper to the wind in the dark..... |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
some heavy depth in this...enjoyed the sparce decorations...one of the best reads I have noticed recently [This message has been edited by Dark Stranger (07-01-2011 12:45 PM).] |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
My heart aches for you both, but I am glad you found him, as much for the dumpster teddy bear as for you - I adore every teddy bear that ever saw (or didn't see) the light of day and that is why I understand how much the little darling meant to you. Loved the poem too, of course, despite the aching. Owl |
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Shortysdadd Junior Member
since 2011-06-26
Posts 39 |
Thank you! |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Bumping this up exquisite poem up to the top. Those eyes that scream get me every one of the many times I have read this. Owl |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
...and I must bring it to the top, too. How beloved are teddy bears, and they carry the weight of the world without a word. The heartspeak is so powerful in your commiseration. Recently I had tea with a friend at McDonald's. While we were there a group of mentally handicapped people came in, among them a girl of maybe 16. She was hugging a furry brown toy, a monkey, alternately tossing it into the air and clutching it with fierce devotion when it came down again. She gleefully went into the men's restroom and then in a moment made her way into the women's. On her way out she stopped at my table. Laughing, she held the monkeys grubby hand out to me and said, "Shake!" She chattered happily at me, but most of what she said was unintelligible. The monkey was missing one eye, had gone bald in places, was patched with yellow twine, and was gray with dirt. From behind me,someone suddenly screamed at the girl to leave me alone. She smiled, gleefully hugged the monkey to her heart and bounced back up to the front counter. Eyes welling, I returned to tea with my friend, grateful beyond words for that child's best friend. |
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Shortysdadd Junior Member
since 2011-06-26
Posts 39 |
Thank you both! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I am very touched by Klassy Lassy's beautiful account of the girl and the toy monkey, and it had me in empathetic tears. Owl |
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Shortysdadd Junior Member
since 2011-06-26
Posts 39 |
Thanks James! I loved that story too Owl |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Very touching write, Shortysdadd. Ida |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Very touching write, Shortysdadd. Ida |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Another excellent poem from you. Isn't it strange how those button eyes can be so infinitely expressive? It's because we have talked them into life. Welcome to Pip! Love, Margherita |
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