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Poetry Pleases: My Shield

When Randal Looney was a youngster he used to sneak off to his safe harbour, his maternal grandmother's home. She always greeted him with a sing-song "Come in this house, child.''

Come in this house
its warm here by the fire
I'll just get a blanket
your face looks worn and tired
I have food
and I have drink
you seem to need some time to think
you can stay as long as you like
a shelter
from the thorns of life
I'll stand guard
and let you sleep
all you have to do is breathe
I'll just sit and I won't leave
you must cleanse your soul and mind
and leave those awful thoughts behind.


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