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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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