In an array,
My Hanky are displayed,
You’re in different colors,
And you always serve your purpose.
You dried my sweat,
You blow away my fears,
You cover my wounds,
You’re my shield.
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It maybe hidden in my pocket,
But it always came out
Every time I need it.
To wipe my tears,
Calm my fears,
Heal my pains.
My hanky,
That’s how it serves me.
***10202009***
Copyright © 2009 A.M.B.A / jammaekas, Philippines
Anna Mae Angana
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