It would be nice if blankets
Gave us the protection
We think they do.
“Oh, No!” life’s travails would gasp.
“He’s under a blanket. We’ll have to wait.”
A blanket, used well,
Is a needed respite.
It’s a welcome oasis
But a sad mirage.
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