Explorations of Everything: Cold Sheets.

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Monday, September 15, 2008

Cold Sheets.

I pulled up cold sheets, Who knows the thread count? Dwelled alone with company in the Cold house of Clause the dormouse, Under couches and sofa-beds, Listening to the humans sleepily Nodding heads – Yeah, I’m a rodent. But I sing and I squeak and I Sing-song-too-long, Until the future no longer... Sign in to see full entry.

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