Everything Under the Moon

Jenny, my old, battered bear
Sits on my bed with a knowing stare.
All the secrets she has been told
They lay in her heart, stone cold.
They are hidden underneath her fur
Never to be taken from her.
Never whispered to another,
Not my father nor my mother.
Oh Jennybear, I trust you
Because Jennybear, I love you.
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Yeah, it's weird. It's about my bear called Jenny. This poem is completely true.

Sunshine x