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My Bed

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A poem about getting older.


My Bed is plop

in the middle

of a room

of purpose


especially suited

to beds

I've become an aged



in the living


visitors are fewer


Big Jack refuses

to drink


cheer or condemn

our team

sitting on my


he remembers what

I used to

use it for


it's closer

to the better



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Kevin is (writing about yourself in the third person (illeism) is a trip) an artist/writer/carpenter and frustrated songwriter living in Johnson City, Texas. His latest frustrating songwriting attempt is titled, "I Touched the Hand That Touched (more...)

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