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Jan 2015
The mattress...

We've come along way
Getting that mattress just right
Growing up with box springs
Bare metal in the box on the bottom
On top was mattress filled with something that felt lumpy
But once a month my mom would flip over that mattress

AND THEN

Everything was boxed in
Finally you couldn't see the springs
But they were added to the top mattress too,
I know that because I felt them start to work their way out.
But never fear there was always
A sheet of foam that looked like waffles
that you could throw on top
And getting flipped over, down to once a year.

AND NOW

Comfort began and they looked pretty
I should be able to sleep the whole night through
They must be Sealy....
But waiting for that comfort to begin CAME AGE
No more flipping that mattress over
now I'm just happy if I can flip out of bed

But I'm happy to say that I have a memory pillow
But I'm sad to say that I think my memory pillow
is absorbing my memory....

By judy
A middle of the night thought...
Judypatooote
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Judypatooote  ohio
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