Coffee Ice Cream
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Just please tell me what you think... I might turn this in for an english assignment, I just need a few people saying their opinion... 
Stuffed Animal
He's there when you cry.
He's there when your parents
Get divorced.
He's there when your stepmom
Isn't the nicest person in the world.
He's there when you just want a
Hug.
He doesn't argue.
He doesn't fight.
He's a safe haven.
You can tell him anything, and
He won't tell another soul.
He's almost a person.
But, in the same ways, he is
Definately not human.
One green ear with crappy sewing.
You know you sewed that.
The other ear is
Yellow.
It used to squeak, but the "squeaker" fell out
A long time ago.
His legs are
Barely there.
He's almost in pieces,
But somehow, even completely held together by
Thread, that your mom sewed in,
He still means a lot.
He doesn't bark.
Or woof.
Or whatever dogs are supposed to do.
He's simply put:
There.
For you only.
And somehow that comforts you.
That one thing in the world, that seems real to you,
Is only listening to your point of view.
A musty smell surrounds him.
Accomponing his 3 layers of brightly colored
Fabric.
"He's a dog!"
You used to defend to your dad's friend.
"He's not a rabbit."
You know he looks like a rabbit, but you choose to
Believe that he's a dog.
He did, after all, have a tail, before
You bit it off as a baby, or whatever,
Since you never seemed to find out the story behind his
Missing tail.
Now, today, he's still with you.
Barely, but you'll keep him as long as you can.
You've already planned it out-
If there's a fire or something bad happening to the place
You're at with him, you'll grab him
First.
No question.
You pet his lumpy cotton filled body.
His name is
Puppy.
:naughty: & :eyebrow:
Stuffed Animal
He's there when you cry.
He's there when your parents
Get divorced.
He's there when your stepmom
Isn't the nicest person in the world.
He's there when you just want a
Hug.
He doesn't argue.
He doesn't fight.
He's a safe haven.
You can tell him anything, and
He won't tell another soul.
He's almost a person.
But, in the same ways, he is
Definately not human.
One green ear with crappy sewing.
You know you sewed that.
The other ear is
Yellow.
It used to squeak, but the "squeaker" fell out
A long time ago.
His legs are
Barely there.
He's almost in pieces,
But somehow, even completely held together by
Thread, that your mom sewed in,
He still means a lot.
He doesn't bark.
Or woof.
Or whatever dogs are supposed to do.
He's simply put:
There.
For you only.
And somehow that comforts you.
That one thing in the world, that seems real to you,
Is only listening to your point of view.
A musty smell surrounds him.
Accomponing his 3 layers of brightly colored
Fabric.
"He's a dog!"
You used to defend to your dad's friend.
"He's not a rabbit."
You know he looks like a rabbit, but you choose to
Believe that he's a dog.
He did, after all, have a tail, before
You bit it off as a baby, or whatever,
Since you never seemed to find out the story behind his
Missing tail.
Now, today, he's still with you.
Barely, but you'll keep him as long as you can.
You've already planned it out-
If there's a fire or something bad happening to the place
You're at with him, you'll grab him
First.
No question.
You pet his lumpy cotton filled body.
His name is
Puppy.
:naughty: & :eyebrow:
