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I know that someone wants to call. They just don't have the time, that's all. |
| I'd call my friends, if they had phones, to hear their soothing bearitones |
| Which would be music to my ears. They'd smooth my fur and calm my fears. |
| To be ignored for hours on end, without a word, without a friend, |
| Is often how my day turns out. I cannot call, I cannot shout, |
| I cannot dial up 911. When everything is said and done, |
| Bears have no aptitude for dialing; we're just supposed to sit here, smiling. |
The only buttons we can press are labeled  &  |
| And so we do, as you go by. We try our best to catch your eye, |
| And when it works, when we connect, one hug renews our self-respect. |
| It works that way for people, too: one hug can make a dream come true. |
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I wonder. Can it be a fact that loneliness makes us react |
| By "reaching out to touch someone", so that we both can have some fun? |