e.blair536
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My mother's bed Some times my night are restless Devoid of sleep or ease. The quietness that others have, would not come if I said please. I toss and turn all night throwing covers in all directions and my pillows drenched and wrinkled and my dreams have lost... – *by Edward Blair*	47 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
My Mother's Bed Sometimes my nights are restless devoid of sleep or ease. The quietness that others have, would not come if I said please. I toss and turn all night throwing covers in all directions. My pillows drenched and wrinkled, and my dreams have lost... – *by Edward Blair*	1 View added 1 month ago	Rating

Some times my night are restless
Devoid of sleep or ease.
The quietness that others have, would not come if I said please.
I toss and turn all night throwing covers in all directions and my pillows drenched and wrinkled and my dreams have lost...

– by Edward Blair

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added 1 month ago

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My Mother's Bed

Sometimes my nights are restless devoid of sleep or ease.
The quietness that others have, would not come if I said please.
I toss and turn all night throwing covers in all directions.
My pillows drenched and wrinkled, and my dreams have lost...

– by Edward Blair

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added 1 month ago

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