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Her fur as soft as a petal,
Her insides stuffed with wool,
Her fur is the colour of milk,
She’s smaller than a newborn.

She’s cuddly and warm,
She’s plump and small,
When I squeeze her tight,
I never feel alone.

I would compare her to a teddy bear,
Soft, cuddly and always there for you,
But yet she’s nothing like one,
She’s smaller, furrier and better.

This thing I’m talking about,
My talismanic object, is a lamb,
Not just and lamb, my toy lamb, my Lambie.