IT has been a verrryy busy week. I am moving and my mind could not think about poems. It has been very robotic. Move-Build-Move. Todays art and poem is kind of an indirect tribute to my love for the Winnie The Pooh books. When I was working at Disney (before being kindly laid off) I was working on a special WTP project, read all of the books, which are amazing. Here is an indirect sad tribute !
The old bear in his attic chest. Comes to life while you are at rest. Thrown next to the chewed up fox. This bear wanders the attic deep into thought. Will he leave or is this the end? Will this bear ever be loved again?
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