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April 25, 2003
Tiger Cub and Baby Bear (continued)

They went through her toy chest, discarding at will
A dachshund that talked, a farm-covered ball
A firefighter’s helmet, a bright bushy fox,
And a placard of an angel that once hung on a wall;

But alas, to their great button-nosed dismay
Love and joy were nowhere to be found.
They even searched twice, examining toys
And animals, and squeeze toys that lay all around.

Maybe they’d never find love/joy downstairs.
Maybe they’d never find love/joy today perhaps.
Maybe they’d never find love/joy for weeks.
Maybe they’d give up and both take their naps.