The Stuffed Lamb
A small stuffed lamb
Missing an eye
His only friend
When he starts to cry
He’s now fifteen
Still sleeps with the toy
He gets made fun of
By the other boys
But they don’t know
What the lamb means to him
What memories it holds
Both good and grim
His mom made it
Before she died
She sewed it while
He sat beside
Now his lamb
Is worth more than gold
He’ll love it till
He grows old
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