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You Made Your Bed, Now Lie In It

The bed I wet when I was eight, on my Scooby Doo custom sheets? The waterbed I came to hate, when the patches failed beneath my feet? Maybe the one in my college dorm, where I grew a foot as a sophomore? This one now, you seem to say; with you, for you, I need to stay. September 18, 2021 Contest: Motto Matters Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg

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