Soaked Sheets...and Stains

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Normally, I do a lot in my bedroom,
I like to read and write until I’m drained,
Then I enjoy listening to tunes,
Or until a poem becomes ingrained.
 
I have many ideas running in my head
But today I was a little harebrained
I spilled my coffee all over the bed,
Now my sheets are soaked and stained.