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Comfort

Comfort

This poem is a riddle. A friend gave me the prompt of closing my eyes and writing a poem based on the first item in my house that popped into my head and then she’d guess what the item is. I fear it may be too easy, but please, go ahead and take a guess in the comments!!

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