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~ ~1 satiny~ ~ comfort ©When i was just a wee lass, i had a comfort zone. But it was not my blanket, for my gikey was all my own. I'd suck my thumb, while rubbing the satin trim. And say gike-gike-gike away my blues went on a whim. Now that i'm a big lass, still at times i feel blue. I take comfort in knowing that, with the love of my life: there's nothing i can't get thru. Copyright ©2010~S@L~ Vote for this poem |
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