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Ode to Bed
eatpoetry:
Someone needed an ode written for class. They wanted it to be about a bed. So I wrote it. And was pleased:
O Rectangle, I love thee much. You always wait, no matter time. You are stable and gentle as beauty; old-age can’t steal your kindness. You are a box, and no less dumb; yet your sheets offer genius pity. People speak love, people speak hate; but I can trust your silence....
November 2009
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