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| Raggedy Andy I crept up the stairs to the musty old attic, to the space I had come to know. As I opened the creaky old door, to the magic I could feel, what I felt years ago. The rusty old clock still sat on the shelf, both its hands were still stuck on noon. The dusty old floor groaned back at itself, as I made my way 'cross the room. Thick cobwebs were draped, o'er the large black trunk that still stood, where it had for years. Holding what some would consider as junk, for me ... all my laughter and tears! As I lifted the lid, the cedary smell rose and joined with the cool damp air. And there sat my friend like an old sentinel, with his usual longing stare. "Where have you been?", I heard him sigh as I reached down to hold him once more. "There, there", I whispered as I brought him on high, loving him, just like I had before. And time seemed to stop as my memory flew to those days, we shared free and wild. I could not forget, just how I felt each time I saw Andy smile.. Joy A. Burki-Watson |