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Under My Blanket (poem)

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Under MY Blanket

Nothing can come inside
this little place where I hide
from within my secret place
there’s no darkness I must face
all the shadows I usually see
don’t know where to find me
(and) the sounds I usually hear
can’t cause me any fear
I think I’ll (just) stay here for awhile
in this safe place where I can smile

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