Your Blanket When Winter Time Comes Poem by Dorsey Baker
Your Blanket When Winter Time Comes
Baby I want to be
Your pickle in the jar
Your hotdog
In the bun
And your blanket
When winter time comes
The romantic song
Always playing in your head
The music that
You always dance to
And your blanket
When winter time comes
When you lick your lips
And taste the sweetness
Of my kiss
I want to be the wine
That you drink
Just before
You go to bed at night
And your blanket
When winter time comes
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8/2/2025 2:42:16 AM # 1.0.0
Excellently crafted with nice words.