When I was a child I wanted a bed
To sail me off to fairy land. My bath
Was the ocean, linked by a heavy chain
To the bed. My dreams rose in clouds to
Shake the heavens, They do not start
To tell a scary story until there’s a process
That relaxes my mind into summers of
Magnolias and gauze dresses. The door’s closing
Leaves me in the dark, afraid to shop.
Source: Bed Bath Chain to Start Process of Closing Shop
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