You sit there when it's cold or hot, you sit there day and night with your four legs strong and stiff you're always ready to play. Your springs bounce up and down as my feet leave the ground. your hand, bruised and battered, but you don't mind, you still sit there like nothing is wrong. I bounce in the heart of you. You help me and support me when I bounce, bounce, bounce.
By Millie
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