Childhood Toy

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The child-hood toy,
He stands all alone,
From such prime location,
Till you get home.

Once was played with,
Now just for show,
But with love kept,
The best you know.

The friendly faced toy,
Gives comfort so well,
From his prime position,
You could never sell.

Once was played with,
Now is cared for,
But with love held,
Couldn't ask for more.


 
 
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