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This is Henry,
He is mine,
As tall as a toddlers arm,
As soft as some cats’ fur,
He is mine.
I’ve had him forever,
For a very long time,
Since when I was a baby,
He is mine.
Polka-dotted like a giraffe and stitched all around,
I’ve been rough on him,
But he is still here,
He is mine.
We were happy,
Side by side.
But I got old,
While he stayed behind
Now he sits there, sad
While I find other ways to be happy,
But he is still here,
He is mine.

He is Mine


By Will (Year 8)

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