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A Handle For My Pillow
I loved that soft pillow's
Safe cradle for my head
Nothing could hurt me
Protected from dread
After my parents died
Auntie took on my care
Left behind my pillow
More than I could bear
Never forgot that pillow
Not ever to be replaced
One of the traumas my
Troubled life has faced
Each of my later pillows
Joined a joyless queue
Until I shared y...
Friday 13th November 2020 10:11 am
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