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The room was dark and cold.
To Teddy I cling.
He is not real I have been told.
I love Teddy with all my heart.
Happiness to me he brings.
Words of anger ring in the night.
I try to remember what I did wrong.
As I walked into the room full of light.
I caught site.
My books and crayons covered the table.
To leave them out I am not able.
To Teddy I cling cause he was brought along.
In a pool of crimson.
I lay broken.
For a child of five,
is fighting to stay alive.
To Teddy I cling.
A room full of flowers I see.
As I wondered what happened to me.
Memories filled my head.
To Teddy I cling.
A blow from a hand.
From my hands did he fling.
Where did he go?
On the floor I land.
But it was Teddy instead.
Jesus loves me I sing.
Dont you see?
God protected me.
He sent Teddy before me,
So I wouldnt hit the floor.
To Teddy I cling.
Linda Kaffer Feb.20 2002

You will not find any color here. Black is for the world abused children live in. White is for their innocence. There is no color in their lives. No rainbow of happiness. The children of today is the future of tomorrow. Help protect our future. Stop Child Abuse.
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