13/10/07
One for the child in all of us ....
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Comfort Blanket
Soft and fluffy and warm
silver downy billows gently hide
my pillows wet from tears.
Lift me above white clouds to where
shines fiery sun all day, glows placid moon all night,
where crystal rain is not yet made.
Now my ego is eased,
all betrayals blanket-comforted
- warm and fluffy and soft
Sujen
3.10.08
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Comment from: sarah james [Visitor] 
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The title of this poem says it all. a lovely comforting read on a cold, grey, miserable day.
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Comment from: mater [Member] · http://www.freewebs.com/theapprenticewriter/
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Yes, a comfort-read - just what I was thinking!
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Comment from: marilyn [Member] · http://www.writelink.co.uk/blogs/marilyn
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That was a lovely read thank you, Sue. Going to bed now under my duvet (comfort blanket!)
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