Warm glow dancing on my ceiling
Shadows in my closet, wallpaper pealing
The clock appears dull and mused
Scattered every where are books and shoes
Song plays around my flying ham
Being observant and thinking, that I am
No dripping sounds from my facet
Nothing peculiar left in my coat pocket
This space regulates a growing being
Leave and things will start disapearing
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Made by the threads of delight, the bear & the blanket were ever so tight.
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