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A Tattered Old Quilt

A tattered old quilt lay dying

Scrunched in garbage can

I raced over and clutched it,

Holding it in my shaking hand

 

The tattered old quilt was beautiful,

Still full of life and joy,

Not to be discarded,

Like an old and broken toy!

 

The tattered old quilt is mine now,

A mutual love affair,

We’re cuddled up together

In my favourite overstuffed chair.

 

By Mallory Mares Hoffman

 

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