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The Bottom of the Bed

Our beds are often made of a tree, spiritual creativity we carve for a peaceful sleep . I once woke up and found a fire at the bottom of me feet; I looked and watched for a while and thought it were a dream I jumped up pretty quickly to a nightmare it did seem; I Ran to the kitchen looking for a Tin pan I found me self a ready made filled up watering can.. I Got to the TV and managed to turn it off; I began watering me plants Before the leafs dropped off.

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