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Told through the voice of an angelic blanket.


Submitted:Sep 13, 2011    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Shh!

Never worry, my dear,

There need be nothing for you to fear

As long as you stay under my threads

Never finger or pull at my strands

Neither cure your worries by peeking your head

I shall protect you warmly while I'm fully expand

My thickness may prove of much use to you

For I am your nightly guardian, it is what I must do,

But if you should remove me in foolish haste

The coldness of night will consume you and it will be too late!

So, my poor dear child, let me keep you content

Warmly in my vivid tent

And I promise, my dear, you will never lament.





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