Child's Love-song

When bed-time is played with by terrors -
A sand-pit of nightmarish fear -
When all of the day's playground errors -
And their bullying games re-appear.

That's when I need you my teddy-bear,
As something - just something - to hold.
Will you always be with me there,
When I am grown up and old?

Greg Baker 8.5.93

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