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						My Bed is a Boat by Robert Louis Stevenson 
						
						My bed is like a little boat;  Nurse helps me in when I embark;  She girds me in my sailor's coat  And starts me in the dark. 
  At night I go on board and say  Good-night to all my friends on shore;  I shut my eyes and sail away  And see and hear no more. 
  And sometimes things to bed I take,  As prudent sailors have to do;  Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,  Perhaps a toy or two. 
  All night across the dark we steer;  But when the day returns at last,  Safe in my room beside the pier,  I find my vessel fast. 						 
						
						
						
						
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