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Blanket

February 6, 2024
By Anonymous

The blanket, so warm and soft, yet full of holes, sits there untouch.

“Let it go,” mother says, staring at the difficult choice, “it’s never used.”

“No,” I cry “Great Grandma bought that, I use it every night.”


The author's comments:

This is a Korean style poem called sijo


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