Under Blankets

I grew up under blankets
That we’d turned into forts;
In corners and in cabinets
And havens of all sorts —

I left my young days years ago,
But it can’t be denied
No matter how my life may flow,
It still feels good

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Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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