Blanket

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Blanket

I have a blanket of many colors

but only i can see it

when I'm sad or mad i close my eyes

and i feel the soft warm touch of my blanket

when I'm scared or sick

i feel the security of my blanket

when I'm bored and have nothing to do

i cuddle with my colorful,soft,warm,companion,secured blanket

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Teardrops commented on Blanket

11-30-2009

a wonderful thought maybe one day we all can find this blanket

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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