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The Security Blanket MAG

By Anonymous

   In the blazing heat of the open-armed sun

this hat protected me.

In the middle of the eerie night,

this blanket covered me,

yet slowly but surely,

I felt this grasp of security weakening.

I felt an empty space between the blankets

the most wretched possibility occurred,

for the sun became too hot,

for the night too strong, too dark,

when this happened,

the hat fell off

the blanket slipped away

and I was left in the cold

unprotected, and uncovered.





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