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    Poems: Bed Under The Bridge
    Poems: Bed Under The Bridge
    Poems: Bed Under The Bridge
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    Poems: Bed Under The Bridge

    By Raggy Farmer

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    These poems are happening, now and will be happening forever.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateSep 9, 2014
    ISBN9781483538402
    Poems: Bed Under The Bridge

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      Book preview

      Poems - Raggy Farmer

      9781483538402

      BED UNDER THE BRIDGE

      Sleeping on the sidewalk

      Over me old newspaper spread

      So comfortable I appear

      Could be mistaken for someone dead

      Underneath the arches

      It is not the best place

      But it is somewhere I can shelter

      To London it is a disgrace

      Curled up like a ball

      On the hard concrete

      I won’t roll, I won’t fall

      Among the litter and garbage cans

      In this modern city

      I am still allowed to live like this

      Sure, it is a posh address

      Embankment place

      Near tube and rail

      Not far away the river flows

      A chip shop is right outside my door

      Over my head

      Wood pigeons roost and coo

      Late night walkers strolling past

      Look through my open windows

      Apalled by

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