That teddy is in Real Trouble

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I found that in a street of Brussels a few days ago, kind of scary and disgusting, I know, but this is so unusual that I wanted to share it... Heartbreaker!

I don't know who did that but people can really be crazy...
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That Teddy Is In Real Trouble

By Peter S. Quinn

That teddy is in real trouble
For sorrow has broken his way
He sees with one eye double
And can't with children again play
Days of joyful exiting thrills
Each the treasure that he did know
Now onto drains have its spills
In the Brussels old winter snow

In his sufferings like you and I
When tomorrow never comes
On to the side-walk he´ll cry
For his lost way of life blossoms
Something echoes on sideways
But nothing comes out of his
Mornings of longings and grays
Life in the shadows of its bliss

That teddy has had better years
When he was young adored
But now rain is crying his tears
In these moments of lost horde
Soar in his dreams like a balloon
Are the longings of his one eye
With angels he wants to be soon
Flying around in fairytales sky