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I have a home inside your mind
With chairs made of dreams
And beds made of hours,
Tables full of colours.
Conversations are made of silence
Jokes are made of looks
We're never bored
And the rooms are never empty.
Everyday, something new
The child is never quiet.
The cat wears heavy boots,
and speaks wisely, in silky tones.
The walls are full of nonsense,
And no one else could live there.
Only I.
Because
I have a home inside your mind.

Welcome. Close the door.
These are happy, imaginary times.
(24/12/2005)