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The Flying Bed Nursery Rhyme

One night you dream the bed you’re sleeping on, gets tired stuck in room, decides to fly out. On wings of bed-sheet turning soaring swan, it flutters away before you can shout. You’re stunned to see the bed becomes a bird, clutch in fear the flapping wings lest you fall. Your wide open dazed eyes look up skyward, sees the stars smiling at you as they crawl. The bed flies smoothly to an unknown land, where the winged sprites dance under scarlet sky, wrap the flying bed with colorful strand. It lands in flowery valley to lie. You fall asleep soon on the rose-decked bed, the unseen dreams you left in room return, not in black and white, but in shades of red. Into roses you see your desires turn. ______________ February 25, 2023 Syllable count : 10 per line (HMS) Contest : Nursery Rhyme Sponsored by : Eve Roper

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Date: 3/12/2023 12:01:00 PM
Back with Congratulations on your fun/creative win. It was great to read it again. Have a blessed day/week......................
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Subimal Sinha-Roy
Date: 3/12/2023 10:12:00 PM
Thank you, Paula once again.
Date: 3/6/2023 3:11:00 AM
Congratulations on this great winning work in Eve's contest. Way to go. Thanks for sharing..Sara
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Subimal Sinha-Roy
Date: 3/7/2023 9:14:00 PM
Thank you, Sara for your visit.
Date: 3/4/2023 9:37:00 PM
Subimal, Congratulations on your win Eve
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Subimal Sinha-Roy
Date: 3/5/2023 10:55:00 PM
Thank you, Eve for the placement.
Date: 2/25/2023 1:18:00 PM
Your "Flying Bed" sounds like a lot of fun for a kid or for me. Where can I buy one??? Have a blessed weekend..........
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Subimal Sinha-Roy
Date: 3/5/2023 10:55:00 PM
Thank you, Paula. It's the configuration of your imagination, you can't buy because it's yours.

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