Oh my dear girl
Why art thou here?
Running from the furious bear?
With thy brazen tear
Where are thy saving men?
But worry not, be of good cheer
Oh my dear girl
For I'm coming with glorious men
Who will save thee, from the furious bear
And carry you in their arm as caring friends
And bring you to those who specialise in giving care
And nurse you back to your busy self.
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Poetrypoetry about thoughts put into other types of poems. Enjoy.
