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I love this movie :)
Mr. Chipmunk is the almost tallest version of Mr. Pooh
But he doesn't have a bouncy pot belly like Mr.Pooh
He wears light pink with a violet tie for work
Unlike Mr. Pooh who wears blue and white for work.
It is his smile and the front two teeth that made him look like Mr. Pooh
But he doesn't have a never ending smile like Mr. Pooh
Though he seems very serious and into technical operating stuff
But Mr. Pooh is an all rounder who has mastered all the big stuff .
Well, not that I'm complaining or comparing Mr. Chipmunk and Mr. Pooh
I'm so not expecting Mr. Chipmunk to be just like Mr. Pooh
Can't help, I think I'm in the stage of seeing Mr. Pooh everywhere
Gosh! I hope this year I won't spend time obsessing over the Sweetest Pooh Bear.
Mr. Chipmunk is someone I don't know anything about, not even his name
I once saw 'that sparkly glitter' in his eyes that made me rhyme just the same
The way I rhyme when I see Mr.Pooh's eyes which shine like diamonds when he's passionate
I simply hope I won't start obsessing over, as in poetry I tend to celebrate.
Mr. Chipmunk doesn't look like my father and I really thank God for that
Since I know myself very well, I may enjoy having a time to time chitchat
Anyways his hair is messy as if he hasn't comb it for ages
It would have been much neat if it is trimmed nicely in the edges.
Mr. Chipmunk :)
I have so many assignments to do and not enough time
I don't know how I will complete them when my heart starts to rhyme
There are questions, I practically don't even understand
I don't know, I feel like standing on the sea, no sight of land.
Well, it's my fault, I keep on collecting them as I postpone my work
I regret for not doing my daily studies, the interesting home work;
Now I'm in my empty brain with time I try to compete
It's all again, I'm back at school, same old me trying to complete.
No wonder! I'm all stressed out, trying to calm down
Writing is the best remedy I know when I have a meltdown
Crocheting and playing around with different colours of yarn
Seems to make me happy even though from it I may not earn.
So many unfinished projects I have to finish at least by the end of this year
Maybe prepare my paintings for my second book and type it for the editor
I guess one thing at a time since I have only two hands
So all my plans and desires I dedicate into the Heavenly hands.
Not by my might but by His Spirit I will have guidance
As I put my faith in His wisdom through silence
In my Spirit I will try to listen to His Holy Spirit
All the blessings in Him I will inherit.