Trundle Bed Poems - Poems about Trundle Bed

... I long to fold my eyes and softly creep beside the brook of fancy, as it flows to tumble off my trundle bed and sleep and di......

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...The old ruin sat near the brow of the hill it had been there for centuries forgotten none now knew for what purpose it had been used not even the elders who had many suggestions A not unattract......

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...He floats along in his porcelain tub on an evening sea of gold and the ruby eyed fish wink at the child as he shivers alone in the cold In his nightshirt of cotton he baits his small hook with ......

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