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A Bed Is a Fallen Tree

This bed’s supporting limbs do not sleep like the log they were cut from. Dreaming of that splintering they mourn when I move, remembering leaves and caressing breeze. Now down for the count and holding a heaviness of flesh and bone, they can only moan.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 3/11/2019 7:36:00 AM
Bill, I like this a lot. The idea of a tree's afterlife is interesting, kind of like a tree in purgatory. But I guess it's better than a tree in hell, a fireplace. NoelsArt
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Date: 1/25/2019 2:19:00 PM
Hello Bill Keen, so nice to meet you.It would be uncomfortable to sleep in a bed of trees. Have a nice day my friend. So nice to meet you. have a nice day my friend.
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