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The Ride Home.


I took a ride home

And saw a wooden bed

Collapsed in vertigo

The bed head bashed in.

 

I took a ride home

And saw a wooden bed

The dog that didn't care

Pissed on wooden beds' leg.

 

I took a ride home

And saw a wooden bed

Clearly thrived on,without losing its decadence,comfort and lustre.

 

I took a ride home

And head 2 head we met

2 wooden brethrens

Destined 2 never want more in-bred beds.

 

©18/09/2021. Wired6.

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