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poem |
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Dale A. Edmands |
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Feb 8, 03 - 1:38 PM |
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webmaster@kookamongasquare.zzn.com |
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he Blanket
I'm alone now; don't ask me how I know.
Yesterday, I went to the "Dollar" store,
and bought myself a blanket; a pale green,
woolen blanket for five bucks.
Of course I've had blankets before;
Some nurse wrapped me in one; it was
probably blue, and my mother was always
tucking me in, and I always took one or
two to the beach.
I mean, I've had horse blankets, electric
blankets, heavy blankets and thin blankets.
But I never ever bought one for myself.
On the way home, when no one was looking,
I reached inside the bag and touched it,
and seeing no one was watching, I smiled.
No, my name's not Linus,and I'm not prone
to sucking my thumb, but I'll tell you
one thing; later that night, lying on my
usual spot, the floor, I pulled the blanket
over me, smiled one more time
to the silent, lonely darkness,
and slept better than I have for years.
Sometimes, the best thing about being alone
is being alone. |
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Re: poem by M. D. Friedman · Mar 6, 03 - 9:43 AM
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