In my old blanket...that i lost in the U.S.A.
In a blank notebook that still smells like the store
When i get lost in an exciting book
In old pictures of my family
when i look at my journals
In the old dogbowl where my dog used to eat
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Poetry hides for me in my old blanket too, except I didn't lose it in U.S.A, it's lost somewhere in my closet.
ReplyDeleteoh...we were at a hotel, and then i accidentally left it there...
ReplyDeleteOh. You must have been really sad eh?
ReplyDeleteWhere does your dog eat now?
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