Dad? ...... *inhales* father! Lend me your ear! Whilst I lay my head for nap time I turn only to see that my plushie is gone! We braved many adventures we slain many treacherous foes through all we were nigh unseparable until this cold night father! hear my plight for it is nighmy bedtime Bartholomew! Bartholomew! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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