At night my mind does not much care If what it thinks is here or there. It tells me stories it invents And makes up things that don't make sense. I don't know why it does this stuff. The real world seems quite weird enough.
Now I'm in bed, The sheets pulled to my head. My tiger is here making Zs. He's furry and hot. He takes up a lot Of the bed and he's hogging the breeze.
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At night my mind does not much care
If what it thinks is here or there.
It tells me stories it invents
And makes up things that don't make sense.
I don't know why it does this stuff.
The real world seems quite weird enough.
Now I'm in bed,
The sheets pulled to my head.
My tiger is here making Zs.
He's furry and hot.
He takes up a lot
Of the bed and he's hogging the breeze.
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