Blanket Burrito

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I am indebted to my blanket

Who warms me through

I would like to thank it

For being my soft burrito too.


Like a wonderful blue corn wrap

With the occasional sauce

I am the pork scraps

 Hugging cephalopods.


I become a burrito

Each lovely night

Complete with puffed rice

And seasoned just right.

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