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Crown Point Central School

I'm a Lonely Blanket- - -




I'm a lonely baby blanket.
I am waiting to be picked up and cuddled
I am waiting to be dragged around the house and
be thrown in the wahsing machine, then dryer,
and smell like downy fresh.
I am waiting for the baby to fall asleep holding me tight.
Now the baby seems to be gone.
I am starting to fade and tear apart.
Nothing seems to be right anymore.
I wish I had an owner.
I wish everything was different.
I just lay here and wonder what is going ot happen to me.