My many colored blankets
Slowly I cut out each pieceLovingly sewing them together
Many sweat shirt have died
To make my blankets
So little I have in this world
But my homemade pillow and blankets
Are cherished above all
My bed is made of cardboard
My shoes mostly duck tape
But my many colored blankets
Are surely heaven Sent
Wolf Nomad
3-10-10
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