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May Listens to her Guardians Advice as she Sleeps
May loved her bedspread, vintage, fifty’s, yellow chenille
Worn in many places, but it still had a magical feel
She felt the presence of the former owner of the spread too
An elderly lady who had lived to the ripe age of one hundred and two
A guardian who advised May while she dreamed and slept
Wish my own children had listened to me, the old lady wept
Bedspread and advice were so sacred to the empath, May
She had it buried with her in her coffin on her burial day.
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Caren Krutsinger
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