drop dead into bed
bog-bred tired
lunk-head shredder
dun-red
blood shed
bled to shred
wide spread
bike paths
brown red threads
infrared
through hills
mountain’s bedspread
rusty red
chestnut red
clean-bred
to ride
Tongue Twister # 47 Shredders
03 Aug 2013 2 Comments
in Family, Uncategorized Tags: bedspread, blood shed, bog-bred, brown red, chestnut red, clean-bred, drop dead, dun-red, infrared, rusty red, shred, wide spread
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 
Aug 03, 2013 @ 16:19:00
This is super! I like the truck “bed” which reminds me of any bed into which my weary body falls. When I was a kid, my sisters and I used to sleep in the back of the station wagon at drive-in movies. Your poem reminds me of how dead tired kids can get when they stay up past their bedtime.
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Aug 03, 2013 @ 21:53:16
Oh my! Therese
What palpable memories. Here I am describing my son and 2&4 year old grandchildren who clear bike paths in the forest and you remember sleeping on the station wagon tail-gate and staying up late!
Jeanne
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