It came to me when I was born,
If it broke, my heart would be torn.

It means the world to me,
If your saw it you would see.

It used to be all white and clean,
But now it’s all brown and mean.

It looks like a rag,
Its cover has lots of zigzags.

It’s all cuddly and soft,
It sits on my bed in my loft.

It is mine forever,
I will endeavour it forever and ever.



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