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Robert
Blake
He is the old, blind bear
Alone in the winter woods
With only the smell
of his own breath
For comfort.
Too mean to die,
and too lost to care,
But show caution,
For he is still the bear.


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He is the old, blind bear
Alone in the winter woods
With only the smell
of his own breath
For comfort.
Too mean to die,
and too lost to care,
But show caution,
For he is still the bear.