Bedstand Poems - Poems about Bedstand

...An empty packet of Gauloises, black coffee, a croque monsieur. An aromatic café breakfast in the Montmartre. Later I switch to Camels, a bumpy ride to seek out a friend in the sixth arrondiss......

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...First sighting It was an early summer morning when my best friend Edwin threw pebbles on my window to wake me up I like morning slumber, waking up at six, looking at the alarm the clock on the......

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...Every night, my mother used to tuck me in to go to sleep. She knew I was afraid of the dark. She told me there was nothing to be afraid of, and that if I go to sleep, a magical fairy would wake m......

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