Still cuddly toys in the corner
silently catching dust
unnoticed, overlooked, ignored
not forgotten in times of crisis
touching of fur, regaining the past
while softly stroking
each toy with a history
how it came into the house
who brought the gift
now only a journey in time
into the past - soft toy
worn and shabby, used, passed by
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