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MONDAY, JULY 04, 2011
I don't need cable, nor internet
nor advertisements in my head
There's plenty I don't miss out here
But I sure do miss my bed

I miss the sheets that held me close
And the cushions that cradled my head
And the rich deep mattress that knows my curves
Oh how I miss my bed

Throughout the night a woman's hold
can wane, and abandon instead
of comforting me, the faithful way
I was comforted in my bed

I can live without my family near
I can love them from afar, I said
goodbye when I turned to the wild
But OH! How I miss my bed

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