Thursday, 24 December 2009

The Bed

Did I ask for such a heavy bed ?, when infact the people around, like small and comfortable furniture-sound . Small beds' reaching from just above the floor, if my memory is befitting. This is the real people, on the ground, the real English tradition, found.

And these beds' here; now found, are no longer sound. Heavy and bulky, taking up too much space, and not easy to recycle and a complete disgrace, to our humble English ties'. If I state right, we people who live on the ground, do not live in a huge castles' found.

Return to the beds' that are close to the floor, with four small foot claws', and cosy blanket throws' the patchwork glows'. Where is our old peoples' craft shops,' none to be found, make a good clear English tradition sound.

I would buy that work from the old folk, let us young folk, paint the old folk's stroke. We do not wish to back slide, returning to the slack eighties', where Abba ruled the English waves', saying that they did save, when infact the people became slaves'. What slaves' you may ask, look back at your past.

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