Ode To My Bed

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You are wide like the sweeping night,

 

and you are wrought like a hulking

 

Grenadier. A protective cage,

 

welcoming to the sick and stale.

 

 

 

You are plum like the rising sun;

 

and you remain privy to my

 

secrets. Though I do not know if I can

 

trust you, one so knowledgeable.

 

 

 

Your gossipy joints threaten to

 

disclose my secrets; but I shall

 

forgive your prattling in exchange

 

for a sleep inducing cuddle.

 

 

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