Trundle Bed Poem by Patrick O'Reilly

Trundle Bed



You can sleep easy, I know that it's not your fault
I took a bus back here with a fine grain of salt
I hope you sleep tonight when you lay down your head
As I make up firewood from the old trundle bed

Sunday, May 18, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: old,hope,sleep
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