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Click hereThere is a place found in this world
Where the piggly wiggly’s go
Where the flowers paint by numbers
And the buttered toasts do grow
Where the masks all feed on laughter
And the laughter’s shaped in rhymes
A place that you can only find
In the backs of sleepy minds
There is a place down in this world
Where the dust moans like a lark
Where the monsters are but daydreams
And the shadows fear the dark
Where your mother always told you
To clean off all your plate
A place that you can only find
When you’re running deathly late
And this place down in the world
Where your body never goes
Where the mind becomes your corner
And you take in all the shows
Where you drift in endless danger
And the mists as thick as foam
A place that you can only find
When you close your eyes alone
A place that you can always find
When the madness feels like home
...it drew me in. I like its quirky rhythm which falters now and then. It has a nursery rhyme quality to it.