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a poem from a rainy-day bed

how we lay thee

 

a high bed, a wide bed

a hide your morning head bed

a messy stressy lumpy crowded

lonely as the moon bed

 

a reading bed, a romping bed

a softly do we tread bed

a limbs and longing praying sinking

voices in your head bed

 

a lush bed, a starched bed

a crumbs and sand and scratchy bed

a moat and drawbridge slay the dragon

drool from molten dreams bed

 

a sick bed, a stuck bed

an anywhere instead bed

an uppy downy stale and moldy

cloud or quicksand end bed

 

my bed, your bed

a snuggle bed, a snore bed

a lie-in cry-in mess it make it

a chariot for your soul bed

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