Ode to Bobo
by 
Bobo
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Posted: Thursday, October 9, 2003 Word Count: 37 Summary: OK, I 'fess up - I'm 32 and I still sleep with a toy I've had since I was 6 months old... |
Bobo, my one real friend,
my one true love.
Ragged.
Patched.
So full of life.
To hold you,
smell you -
this is my
sanctuary.
You've saved me
over
and
over
and
over
again,
my silent friend.
my one true love.
Ragged.
Patched.
So full of life.
To hold you,
smell you -
this is my
sanctuary.
You've saved me
over
and
over
and
over
again,
my silent friend.