Tobear

There once was a Tobear,

who had fur hair,

and brightened this one girl's days.

She loved him so much,

it was such a rush,

she wished he would never go away.

If she were to leave,

she wouldn't grieve,

because with her he'd always go.

He loved her so much,

that he need not rush,

because with him she would always stay.

This poem is about: 
Me

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