Tanka the nineteenth

Iím just a blanket

To warm you whenever cold

But what can I do?

Youíre the same to me you know

Last two fishes in the bowl

Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2017-10-25 at 22:23

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Nice poem. Well done.

Sounds like kindred spirits.