The things that bring me comfort are so simple and silly
it is true.
What I have found in life is it is the little which makes up for the few;
So a cup of tea, and a warm cozy blanky,
these are the things that guard my sanity.
A bit of prose, a book, and a story...
These are the things which deserve all glory.
Tucked in with a teddy, and warm in my bed,
Safe from the things that bring me dread;
A smile, a laugh and a chat with a friend
These are the things that bring me joy that never ends.
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Sai Marie Johnson
A multi-genre author, poet, creative&creator. Resident of Oregon; where the flora, fauna, action & adventure that bred the Pioneer Spirit inspire, "Tantalizing, titillating and temptingly twisted" tales.
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