OK, page 13, skip 13.
14, another small poem which I finally
discovered the right title of.
There on the left hand side, a poem which was called "Poem,"
but now it's called "Beddy Bye."
B-e-d-d-y B-y-e, "Beddy Bye."
"Just hope that when you lie down your toes
are a firing squad."
I mean, hope for that.
You know, you lie down and you look down
at the foot of the bed and, you know,
your toes are sticking up, looking back at you.
One night they could have rifles, you know?
You never know when you have to face the music.
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