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**Ode to My Favorite Blankie By Jennie F.**

Tucked away in my dresser drawer, My blankie rests with no use anymore. Every so often is taken out, Remembered and cherished without a doubt. The white faded fabric is old and fringed, As soft as a cloud. With pink and yellow lines that are woven about, But my favorite, the green ones that just seem to puff out. I brought my blankie everywhere just to make sure, I was safe, protected, and always secure. Draped around me like a cape I ran through my house with this soft squared shape

Six blankies, all the same, Incase one needed to be washed one day. At first I only had one, But I would cry and cry until the wash was done.

I would think about if there was a fire in my house, What I’d take with me and what I’d leave out. Of course! My blankie, That’s the one thing I’d want to have forever with me. Given to me as a gift the day I way born, I plan to keep this forever more. I stopped using blankie when I was about seven, But I will keep this with me until the day I go to heaven.