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A golden blanket,

like Jason’s fleece,

You give us warmth

Bending and twisting,

closer and closer still,

Every blade of grass

and drop of water,

Like a loving mother,

you feed us

Us your thankless children

With mouths wide open,

And arms lifted upwards,

Towards your neck we stretch

Never to be embraced.   

Author's Note

tell me what ya think, is it good?...or does it stink?