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14 November 1996
Last night I woke up under my bed.
At first I was rather confused.
Admittedly I am used to falling asleep on the floor,
but before there was always enough room to roll over.
My head was tightly tucked into the corner by the wall;
not much circulation there so it was difficult to breathe.
Also I remember being surprised that I wasn't cold.
I thought that it was always cold outside of the covers.
Copyright © 1996 Charles Fry
forgotten memories of being burned at the stake sweet dreams sharing hand-in-hand the stranger hidden courtyards holding You princess happy day loneliness fragile, handle with care my small trip to the cement factory dedication this record is for You the day that I cried Last night I woke up under my bed. my silver Dancing shoes Man my heart tears. the three things strait jackeght like you abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz Fire cooks me Princess Alexandra: A Little Story cats up cat twice sweet rain water little children my heart How blind I am in wooden glasses. I know she's crying cause it stains her voice, Dear Family, I pound at my heart We run away from the ice cream truck purple sunset J. Elephant so i walk up to you with this the Soul queen so, you say that i do not speak window dear sweet old Ordinary i am a Harp