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Sunday, March 26, 2006

Beds

Rating: 4.8
So much is about beds.
My father’s sickbed
became his deathbed.
When I had my appendix out,
I heard the nurse’s new name for me:
Bed Number Two.

My roommate, Bed Number One,
complained unceasingly about
his assigned bed and wanted mine.

Until I was seven
I wet my bed. My brother said
I did in on purpose.

Even when we fall in love,
what do we do?
We go to bed.

My mother said:
You made your bed,
now lie in it.

Then she said:
Life is no bed
of roses, ole pal.

Beds, then,
are nothing but trouble.
When it gets warm
maybe I’ll sleep on the grass.
Sonny Rainshine
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COMMENTS
Preeti - is here! 11 July 2006
That's quite interesting..but me 2 loves my bed! ! Preets
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Ben No 05 May 2006
Good point well made, but oh man do I love my bed.
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Duncan Wyllie 09 April 2006
Lets bed down for the night and watch the stars on this site, stars like you.love Duncan
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Lizzy Tomlinson 26 March 2006
A new perspective on beds. Have you read my 'From my Bed'. Lizzy.
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