dazed and confused

When you’re in to be out,

And your eyes are wilted…

They’re filled with doubt.

 

I have a nickname and Fluff’s no lie;

Take me as I am through your naked eye.

 

There’s a place I go sometimes,

I go where it rhymes;

The city’s warm, my feet are torn,

And smiles fly all aorund…

 

Just don’t forget to put your feet on solid ground.

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