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The wisdom of a bear named 'Pooh'

My father called me Winnie Pooh when I was little, dropping the “the” so as not to be accused of violating copyright laws (I'm sure that was the reason).

When I re-read the letters he wrote to me just before he died, letters I've read at least a hundred times, he started each one with “Dear Pooh,” simplifying the name even more and willingly copying the habit of those referring to Winnie the Pooh.

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