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The child's gone


Ever since day one of my life I had that special comfort. You know, that comfort thatís there at 4 am in the morning no matter what, well unless you threw it on the floor. That blanket or teddy bear thats always close and near to you. It always seems to fit just perfectly with you when you sleep, and when you wakeup itíll be found under the covers, hiding in some playful way. I still have my first teddy bear, and like an imature 6 year old, I take it out periodically and examin it, finding things I never saw before, that little tear udner his foot, or that different scent.