The hundred acre woods are quiet now. How nice it would be to find a fun, loving, bouncy clowncy friend to take walks and enjoy each others company. Although a top made out of rubber and a bottom made of springs might be nice, a bright smile, happy eyes and a warm heart are the things that really take my breath away. I look forward to hearing from any one interested in a silly old bear.

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----///-\\\----Put This
---|||---|||---On Your
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---|||---|||---You Know
----\\\-///----Someone
-----\\///-----Who Died
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----///--\\\-----Or whom maybe suffering from it
---///----\\\------OR A SURVIVOR!!

O Me! O Life!

O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities fill'd with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light--of the objects mean--of the struggle ever renew'd;
Of the poor results of all--of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest--with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here--that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

Walt Whitman.