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Beds in catalogs, starchy and stiff
Beds with old quilts, silent and limp

Beds for babies on their mother’s chest
Beds for lovers, too (hush, no crying [out])

Beds that roar with the sleeper’s load snore
Beds that creak when someone rolls over

Beds that are empty in rooms meant for guests
Beds stacked with stuff (to seem like someone’s near)

Beds with tangled sheets no one has straightened
Beds so pretty you’re afraid to crawl in

Beds on the couch when you have to get away
Beds on the floor when you need a place to stay

Big beds, little beds, long beds, narrow beds
Busy beds, cluttered beds, tight beds, lone beds

Time for us to find our very own beds

Rainy Day Rhyme

Sprickle, sprackle,
Trickle, tickle;
Raindrops fall
And puddles mingle.

Puddles mingle,
Hair lies flat —
Where on earth
Did I leave my hat?

Did I leave my hat
upon my boots?
Toes are cold;
Shoes go squoosh.

Raindrops trail
Down my neck —
That’s an ickle
Trickle tickle!

Rainy Day Street

Rainy Day Street