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       "my bed" photo by Tracey Emin


sliding down
supine
moon swept dais
hipster mummy's
gnawed repose

© 2014-Rene

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  1. but whose mummy is it?
    and are you sure its not a daddy?
    smiles.

    pretty cool what you see in that pic rene
    how you been?

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  2. Hah! Brian. Mummy had to powder her nose...wait...where's my nose?
    What's good with you?

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    1. ah you know...grad school...kicking my butt...
      teaching...almost summer though...smiles

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  3. Nice one Rene...thanks for sharing

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  4. I was looking to see if I could identify any good snack packages beside the bed!!!! The origin of the "gnawed repose", I suspect!

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  5. Ha ha , of course ! Hipster mummy has fallen down the far side ....

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  6. Oh, those nights when the gnawing doesn't stop...

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  7. well done! Love the "gnawed repose"!

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  8. Yum - or maybe not - as in the mess!
    Anna :o]

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  9. Ha...like the play on words with "mummy"...

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