Best Bedclothes Poems

Friends?
Are we still friends?
Can we JUST be friends?!?
Oh such a horrid, charity-stained question!

What a keen and salient dagger it wields!
The pity that you wear like...

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to swim the seas Egyptian cotton, deep

     we plunge the pillows as our passions creep

      ...

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The flames licked my arms
But I did not stir

The spring breeze sent the curtains flying
And the golden rays burst in and set everything afire
The light...

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Sue’s bedclothes are soaking wet
She lies in a pool of hot sweat
Now what could be the cause …
Is it the menopause?
Her body won’t let her...

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nature, storm, boat, clothes, house, water

AWASH AND AWAY! ©  KIMO

Listen, Katrina will come inland
Katrina has come to play
Playgrounds underwater
Sleepy times put asunder
Bedclothes hung out...

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Memories of long gone school summer holidays
Far away from the gates of hell
bulling and Malay.

Six long weeks of freedom that seemed a year
staying in bed...

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 La Fête foraine de Scarborough (La Version complète)
 
      For the medieval English poet and Simon and Garfunkel 
-	In...

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~~oooOOO  The Man In The Mist  OOOooo~~

Going to my cousins house, a long drive in the car
Over the moors with dry stone walls,...

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The smell of pine fills the air
Tis a sign that Christmas is near
No other smell can compair
Except one fragrance strong in here.

With bedclothes on we...

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Sunrise is nearing but everything has remained
still, not even the birds have burst into song.
The sky is a mixture of colours but most are 
slowly...

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I retired gracefully, happily, knowing I could never be fully completely replaced even to this day.
I was slick, photographic, revered by so many, loved by...

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I remember seeing a concrete pillar that dwarfed me,
I remember my eyes hurt because the sun was so bright,
I remember feeling the heat from the...

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Tossing and turning trying to sleep 
Arms and legs flailing bedclothes in a heap 
My mind keeps churning ideas come and go 
Why does my...

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I left the pub one night in a bit of a tizzy
and saw some kind of being like a tin lizzie.
This turned out to be...

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I saw red reflecting off winter snows
as I stared out the window on tip-toes.
And I’m quite sure that I saw Rudolph's nose
but it could have...

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